Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription THE HALF-BREED AND THE TORY. 257
Yes, he is still my enemy."
And you his ?""Yes "
He is aneath your knife ?"
Yes, entirely."
The savage .simply replied by taking his knife from its
sheath and drawing its back across his own neck, while his
countenance expressed all the fierce emotions of one engaged
in the commission of a murder. The face of Barsfield took no
small portion of the same fierce expression : catching the hand
of the speaker firmly in his own, he replied
" Ay, and no stroke would give me more pleasure than that.
It would be life to me�his death and why may it not be
done ? It may be done! Blonay, we will speak again of this;
but be silent now, keep close, and tell me where I may look
for you to-night ?"
There !" and he pointed to a little swamp or bay, in which
he had slept before. It lay at the distance of a mile, more or
less, from the camp, which had been already formed in the
park, and near the yet consuming mansion.
" There � I keep in the bay at night; for, though it taint
got no cypresses, sich as I used to love down upon the Ashley,
and about Dorchester, yet it's a close place, and the tupolas
and gums is mighty thick. You'll find me there any time
afore cockcrow. You have only to blow in your hands three
times so " producing a singular and shrill whistle at the
same time, by an application of his mouth to an aperture left
between his otherwise closed palms, only blow so three times,
and I'll be with you."
The toxy captain tried to produce the desired sounds, in the
suggested manner, which he at length succeeded in doing.
Satisfied, therefore, with the arrangement, he left his accom-
plice to the contemplation of his own loneliness, and hurried
away to his duties in the camp.