“Well, him and her is in there?”
“Are you sure?” inquired Purley, anxiously.
“Here I is, Marster! If him and her ar’n’t in there, here I is in your power, and you may skin me alive!”
“All right!” exclaimed Purley, and dismounting from his horse, he advanced towards the thicket, followed by Munson and the negro boy.
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE FUGITIVES.
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They may not set a foot within their fields, They may not pull a sapling from their hills, They may not enter their fair mansion house.—Howitt. |
Lyon and Sybil had ridden on through the darkness, over that wild country road. Their horses had had a very hard day’s work in the wagon harness, and had not recovered from their fatigue. They were still very tired, and all unaccustomed to the saddle. The road was also very rough, and the night very dark. Their progress was therefore difficult and slow.