“Yes, sir; why?”
“I came to inform him that his daughter Ellen—”
“That’s him! that’s him!” roared some one inside the cottage.
In an instant Andy, the maniac, rushed out to the cabin door, a heavy club in hand. (See cut in No. 20.)
“That’s him! that’s him!” roared Andy, in a frightful passion, at the same time he seized the horse by the reins and dealt the unfortunate Jew three or four such terrible blows as knocked him off his horse into the muddy road.
Barnabas was stunned, and bled freely.
He would have been killed on the spot by the maniac but that several villagers passing by disarmed him, and led the youth, raving, back to the cottage.
When the villagers returned to the spot, Barnabas had mounted his horse again, with great difficulty, and galloped into the village of Darlington, as if ten thousand demons were at his heels.