When they had
returned home, Durant muttered to himself:
"Now is my time! To-morrow is their last day for walking, and, like loving
fools as they are, they will be so absorbed in each others' feelings, and
the silly sentimentality of love, as to be easily surprised. Yes, to-morrow
will be my time!"
And gloating over the anticipated triumph, he left his burrow, and hastened
to his companions, to make known his intentions, and prepare everything for
the event of the morrow. He and one Indian were to seize and secure Ellen,
while Ramsey and the other should perform the more difficult task of
capturing her lover. All the details of their arrangements were discussed
and adopted; and Durant, now that he felt certain of his victims--for his
hate of Ellen's lover was bitter, though of recent date--was almost beside
himself with malignant and hellish joy. He saw before him the speedy
accomplishment of his fiendish purpose--the gratification of his inveterate
hate and long sought revenge, by the commission of the most damnable act
known this side of the "bottomless pit" of darkness; and his sin-polluted
heart actually swelled with venomous delight, and demoniac exultation. One
of the fairest flowers of earth is to be plucked by his rude hand, and
soiled by his touch and embrace! Will he succeed in his satanic designs?
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