A Daughter of Maryland — page 83: what you’re looking at

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66 A DAUGHTER OF MARYLAND. ‘‘Tt may be best for you as well as me to ride on,’’ she said quickly. ‘‘Look well to your own safety; good-by.’’ Without waiting for his reply, she urged Maze forward at a brisk walk. Looking back once she saw Carroll Southard disappearing into the old mill. At sight of her counte- nance, he waved his hand to her, vanishing the next instant behind the ruined wall of the old Granary. Looking again forward in a listening attitude, she was relieved in her mind to find that the sound of the horsemen had abruptly ceased. As if to prove her loneliness, at that moment the plaintive cry of a whip-poor-will ascended from the valley below, to be answered quickly by a scream of mocking mournfulness from a catbird above the old Granary. A wandering breeze borne down froin the moun- tain on the forest’s leafy arms brought the refreshing cool- ness of early evening, and the countless leaves nodding one to another like so many airy messengers from the distant peaks whispering their secrets sent abroad the wild news of the day-king’s waning power on the sunny heights. Anxious to reach the main road as soon as possible, Aurian touched Maze gently with her whip; but the faithful animal had barely entered upon a trot, when she found herself confronted by a body of horsemen drawn up across the narrow path, and she was commanded to stop, <=) co Eomicboo