‘To-morrow, then?’
‘I quit this place, and make my way for the Mission,’ rejoined Gordon.
‘True; and to meet with success, I trust.’
‘It shall not be my fault, if I do not.’
‘You will forward us intelligence when you arrive there; for I shall be all impatience till I hear from you;’ said Blodget.
‘I will,’ replied Gordon, ‘unless I see that there would be any danger in so doing.’
‘Certainly.’
‘And now that this business is settled,’ observed Jenkins, ‘let us proceed to enjoy ourselves—come, my lads, replenish your glasses.’
The thieves obeyed this order with hilarity, and the villain Blodget being satisfied with the inhuman design he had formed, and the atrocious wretch who had undertaken to accomplish it, joined heartily with them in their revelry, which they kept up for more than an hour afterwards, when Blodget, Gordon, and Joe returned to the house, and the captain and the rest of the thieves departed.
Blodget felt a savage sensation of delight fill his bosom, at the prospect of the full consummation of his most diabolical hatred and revenge against Monteagle; and he entertained the most sanguine anticipations of the success of his plot. Gordon was a deep, designing, and determined villain, and he had no doubt but that the reward which he had promised him, would induce him to exert himself to the uttermost.