“Oh yes, Massa Geral, berry bad tongue Ellen, affir he lose he husband—­but, poor ting, he half mad and no sabby what he say.  He time to start for he gun boat, Massa Geral.”

The part Sambo had sustained in this short dialogue was a forced one.  He had answered almost mechanically, and not altogether without embarrassment, the few queries that were put to him.  Nay, so far was he governed by surrounding local influences, that the anguish he would, under other circumstances, have experienced, at this raking up of recollections he so sedulously avoided, was lost in terror, produced by his near and midnight propinquity to the fatal theatre of death.  His only idea now was to leave the spot as quickly as he could.

Gerald had again covered his face with his hands, and appeared to be laboring under strong agitation of mind.  At length he started abruptly up, and seizing the light, held it forward, stooping over the bed, as if gazing fixedly on some object within.

“No,” he said with vehemence, “it shall never be.  That part of the malediction, at least, shall not be accomplished.  For once shall the curse of the innocent be unheeded.”

The strange action and words of the excited officer, by no means contributed to allay the nervousness of the brave but superstitious negro.  He had approached as near as he could to Gerald, without actually touching him; but when he remarked his abrupt movement, and heard the sudden outburst of feeling which accompanied it, he half fancied he was apostrophizing some spirit visible only to himself, and shocked and terrified at this idea, he turned away his head.

Sambo’s alarm was not to terminate here.  Scarcely had he bent his glance upon the window when he beheld two glaring eyes, magnified by his fear into thrice their natural size, fixed intently on that part of the room in which they stood.  He attempted to cry out, but the sound was stifled in his throat, and he sank upon his knees, holding up his hands in an attitude of prayer—­his teeth chattering, and his eyes fascinated by those which had produced in him this paroxysm of terror.  Presently he thought he saw a mouth open, and a row of large and ragged teeth display themselves in a grin of derision.  With a desperate effort he broke the spell that seemed to enchain every faculty, and called piteously and imploringly on the name of Gerald.  The officer, who had continued gazing on the untenanted bed in deep abstraction, and seeming forgetfulness of all surrounding objects, turned hastily round, and was much concerned to observe the terrified expression of the old man’s countenance.—­Following the direction of his fixed gaze, he looked towards the window for a solution of the cause.  At that moment a noise was heard without, as of a falling body.  Gerald sprang towards the window, and hastily lifting it, thrust the lamp through; but nothing was visible, neither was there sound of footsteps to be heard.