Appadocca walked down the wharf and was received by his men.
“Shove off,” he cried, as he threw himself on the stern sheets of the boat, and folded his cloak around him.
The soldiers arrived at the wharf just in time to see the boat disappear in the gray light of the morning.
They fired—the air resounded with their repeated volleys.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
“Go back again thou slave, and fetch him home.”
Comedy of Errors.
It was not until an early hour of the morning, when Mrs. Wilmington recovered from her swoon, that it was possible to give any alarm of the outrage that had been committed at the villa of James Willmington.
When the lady recovered from her state of insensibility, and saw before her the scattered and disordered furniture, the flickering wax candles that had now burnt down to the very sockets, and her children, who, after the departure of the pirate party, had fallen asleep around her, recollections of the supposed apparition, and of the terror of her husband, flashed across her mind. Alarmed at the silence that reigned around, and not being able to understand why she had been permitted to remain in the same place where she had fainted away, she rushed impulsively to the bell, that lay on the sideboard, and rang it violently.