No no, aunt Rachel, no no, don’t say so; we never swear a mouthful when we’re out to sea, we never ketch no fish if we do—but here am I; all out o’ breath now, and you wont stir a peg, for all I can say or do and be—gulp to you!
Here Burroughs interrupted the boy, and after informing the sisters of what had occurred while he was with Mr. Paris and the poor children, he made the boy go over the whole story anew, and having done so, he became satisfied in his own soul, that if the conspirators were at work to destroy the poor girl before him, there would be no escape after she was once in their power.
Be of good cheer, Elizabeth, said he, and as he spoke, he stooped down to set his lips to her forehead.
George—George—we have no time to lose—what are we to do? said Rachel, putting forth her hand eagerly so as to stay him before he had reached the brow of Elizabeth; and then as quickly withdrawing it, and faltering out a word or two of self-reproach.
If you think as I do, dear Rachel, the sooner she is away the better.
I do think as thee does—I do, George ... (in this matter.) Go for the black mare, as fast as thee can move, Robert Eveleth.
Where shall I find her ... it’s plaguy dark now, where there’s no light.
On thy left hand as the door slips away; thee’ll find a cloth and a side-saddle over the crib, with a—stop, stop—will the grey horse bear a pillion?
Yes—forty.
If he will not, however, the mare will ... so be quick, Robert, be quick....