"Capitola! Capitola again! What on earth had she to do with the loss
of Clara Day?" cried Black Donald, in wonder.
"Everything to do with it, sir! By a cunning artifice she delivered
Clara from our power--actually set her free and covered her flight
until she was in security!"
"That girl again! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho ho, ho!" laughed
and roared Black Donald, slapping his knees.
Le Noir ground and gnashed his teeth in rage, muttering hoarsely:
"Yes, you may laugh, confound you, since it is granted those who win
to do so! You may laugh; for you have done me out of five thousand
dollars, and what on earth have you performed to earn it?"
"Come, come, my colonel, fair and easy! I don't know which is
vulgarest, to betray loss of temper or love of money, and you are
doing both. However, it is between friends. But how the demon did
that girl, that capital Capitola, get Clara off from right under
your eyes?"
"By changing clothes with her, confound you! I will tell you all
about it," replied Le Noir, who thereupon commenced and related the
whole stratagem by which Capitola freed Clara, including the manner
in which she accompanied them to the church and revealed herself at
the altar.
Black Donald threw himself back and roared with laughter, vigorously
slapping his knees and crying:
"That girl! that capital Capitola! I would not sell my prospect of
possessing her for double your bribe.
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