The Child of Waterloo, or, The Horrors of the Battle-Field — page 119: what you’re looking at

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116 THE CHILD OF WATERLOO. until Miss Mabel’s foot crosses the threshold, I have taken my leave of the Hall.” ‘* Are you in earnest ?” “Yes, sir. And I wish, if you have no objection, Mr. Henry, to go with you in search of her. My heart will burst if you re- fuse me, sir.” Henry reflected a few moments and then said: ‘‘’Tis well. You shall accompany me, if you so earnestly desire it.” A cry of joy came from erty’s lips, and Henry saw the sudden gush of tears which came to his eyes in spite of him. ‘‘God—bless you—Mr. Henry,” said he; ‘‘Tll follow you all the world over and anywhere else.” ‘‘T-am sure you would, Rafferty.” ‘¢ And never fear, sir, but we will find her—the sweet jewel of all our hearts. We'll find her, sir, between us; and won't that bea happy hour, anyway ? bless her sweet eyes! We must find her, and we will.” . ‘‘T am glad to find you in sucha fraine of mind, Rafferty; as soon as we reach the next market town, where there is a post- office, I will write to my brother and inform him of your deter- ning tion: And now let us spur on; we have not a moment to ose.” They put the horses to a good canter, and rapidly neared the little market town of Beechey, toward which Rafferty had been informed that parties answering the description of the fugitives had been seen to go. On reaching the market town, they breakfasted, and then, while Henry dispatched a note relative to his traveling com- anion to his brother, Rafferty went out to pick up such in- ormation as be could obtain in regard to the fugitives. He was so far successful as to learn that a party, consisting of two men and a young female had been seen on horseback, gallopin at full speed on the common, in the direction of the hoste known far and wide by the cognomen of the Moonrakers. ‘“‘We are on their track, then,” observed Henry, as Rafferty communicated this intelligence, ‘‘and there is not a moment to lose. To horse, Rafferty,—to horse!” CHAPTER XXIII. Wuen the mendicant returned to the kitchen where the guests were, he exchanged significant looks with the landlord, who said, in a Jow tone,— ‘* Well, have you taken care to secure your bird ?” “‘ Yes; the cage is safe. But I must be off early in the morn- ing, and when I go ( should like to go quietly.” ** You shall, my boy, you shall.” ‘‘Mind, only give me the signal that all is ready, and then we can give Ned the wink; he talks so much, that I’m afraid he’ll let out more than he need.” ‘“*} see; Ned isa flashy talkative cove, and when he’s a little 93 «* He's no use whatever,” comicbooks. com