Corsoni was standing at the foot of the stone steps waving his hands for them to come on.
CHAPTER XII.
THE OUTLAW’S LOVE.
I know not. I ask not if guilt’s in that heart;
But I know that I love thee, whatever thou art.—Moore.
They followed him up into the porch and through the double doors to a broad, unfurnished central hall, where several guerrillas were on guard.
Four doors on the right hand and four on the left opened into rooms on each side of this hall.
Corsoni led the way to the third door on the right hand, saying:
“My dear wife is in there. Had we not better consign Miss Fielding to her care?”
“Thanks, yes! My fair travelling companion has been on horseback, riding hard and exerting herself in other violent exercises for about six hours; and must be greatly in need of aid and comfort just now,” answered Goldsborough.
Corsoni opened the door and holding it open, bowed and said: