He soon returned, bringing in a small assortment of bedding, clothing, and so forth. And in another trip he brought in a small supply of food and a few cooking utensils.
“That’s all. And now, Miss Sybil, if you would only let me live here along o‘ you and Marse Lyon, and wait on to you bofe, I could make myself very much satisfied into my own mind,” he said, as he laid down the last articles, and stood to rest himself.
“But you know, Joe, that you can serve us better by remaining at Black Hall,” said Sybil, kindly.
“Now, Marser Capping Pendulum, I hope them there fineries in the boxes, as you told me to bring away, for a blind from our place, won’t take no harm along of being left out in the woods all night, for it was there underneaf of a pile of leaves and bushes as I was obligated for to leave them.”
“They’ll not take cold, at all events, Joe,” said Captain Pendleton, good-naturedly.
By this time, the fire on the stone floor had become so low that it was quite dark in the chapel. But among the little necessities of life brought by Joe, was a small silver candlestick and a few slim wax candles. One of these was lighted, and gleamed faintly around, striking strangely upon the faces of the group gathered near the smouldering fire.
The friends sat and talked together, and arranged as far as they could their plans for future movements. It was not until near day that Captain Pendleton arose to depart, saying:
“Well, Berners, I do dislike to leave you and Mrs. Berners here alone again, especially as I fear that you will not go to sleep, as you ought to do. I see that Mrs. Berners’ eyes are still wide open—”
“I slept so long in the afternoon,” put in Sybil.
“But, at all events, I am forced to leave you before light. It is not quite safe now to be seen in open daylight, travelling this road so often. To-night I will come again, and bring you further news, and perhaps more comfort. Come, Joe.”