But the very hubbub and confusion which reigned were of infinite use to him in regard to his projected scheme with the pretty Ellen Harmer.
Her father, the miller, and the whole of the villagers, as we have seen, were thoroughly aroused and greatly incensed at the behaviour of Jonas.
Some began to talk of hanging the unlucky servant on the morrow, and, dark as it was, they gathered together in groups, discussing the subject with great animation and many angry gestures.
But this very confusion assisted the bold, conscienceless colonel.
He walked up to the miller’s house, and found it deserted.
Not a soul was in the dwelling, save Ellen herself.
Half stupefied with the strange stories she had heard, Ellen remained in her own chamber, trembling that the Skeleton Crew were in the village.
A single lamp burned dimly in the miller’s parlour.
Colonel Blood, as he crept towards the house, felt satisfied that she was alone.
“Now is my time,” said he; “none but the brave deserve the fair; now or never.”