The brave rustic threw up his hands with a sharp cry of pain, and rolled into the shining river.
“Fool!” said Colonel Blood, with a contemptuous oath, as he looked into the bright waters beneath him, rippling and eddying in the moonlight. “Fool! How dare the village dolt to cross my path; so be it with all who dare cross the path of Colonel Blood.”
He threw the red blade into the small narrow river stream, and bound up his arm with his handkerchief.
“Now for the pretty wench,” said he. “If I succeed in carrying her forth, my fortune is made. Stop! what was that sound?”
He stood and listened.
“Help! help!” cried a distant voice. “Murder! Help! help!”
CHAPTER X.
JONAS MEETS WITH A STRANGE ADVENTURE.
When Jonas left his master to go to their rendezvous he little dreamt of what was in store for him.