Mistress Penwick eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 326 pages of information about Mistress Penwick.

Mistress Penwick eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 326 pages of information about Mistress Penwick.

As he stood undecided he heard distinctly the fast approach of footsteps.  He gathered his strength and bags and flung along, somewhat refreshed by the change of burdens.  As he made a turn, the fresh outside air blew upon him.  He grew cautious and moved more slowly, listening now in both directions.  He might not be overtaken, but some one might be at the opening of the passage.  There was no light or sound beyond, and soon he stood in the deep darkness of the outer night ’neath dripping trees.  Warily he stepped, lest some cracking twig exposed his presence.

He ascertained his surrounding was a thicket, and was about to make his way into its labyrinthine density, step by step; for the way was difficult, when there was a tramping of horses’ hoofs upon the rain-soaked road that appeared to be in close proximity.

Under cover of the noise he swept hastily and boldly through the briery bushes that were thickly entangled, and was able to make considerable headway whence he had come, when the noise ceased and a peculiar whistle rang out; then there were a few moments of quiet, as if those who signalled were listening for an answer.

There appeared to be a chaise with several outriders, as Buckingham thought, by the tramp of horses’ feet, and a creaking of wheels pulling heavily along.

As he gazed anxiously in their direction, a torch was suddenly set a-glow and a horseman rode up with it to the mouth of the subterranean passage.  He leant from his steed and examined the ground closely, noting doubtless the footprints that led away from the road and directly to the place where the Duke stood.  He turned abruptly back to the group upon the highway and conversed in low tones.

Buckingham was not a little perturbed, for a horseman could with less trouble than it takes to tell it, track and overtake him in a moment’s time.  He fain would have a few minutes to ease his burden, but his peril was great.  There was no doubt but what these men were monks, come to assist their fellows with the chest and convey them to a place of safety.

Indeed, the secret of the chest must be royal, but whether in jewels or papers he did not know, nor was it the time and place to find out.  If he only knew in which pack was the bone of contention he would certainly lighten his burden.

Again he lifted the bags and strode on lightly, for he still could be heard to the highway, if one should listen.

He had not gone far, however, when there was a shout from the subterranean opening and much confusion following upon it.

The Duke was now thoroughly aroused.  Doubtless the monks within the passage had at that moment arrived at its mouth, there to make known to their comrades the robbery of the chest’s contents.  They were in pursuit; he could hear the bushes crackling beneath horses’ feet.  Never before had the wily Duke felt so hard pressed.  He could afford to be taken himself, for he was sure of a release sooner

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