"Now, please your worship, may I go home?" asked Cap, demurely,
popping down a mock courtesy to the magistrate.
"Yes--go! go! go! go! go!" said that officer, with an expression as
though he considered our Cap an individual of the animal kingdom
whom neither Buffon nor any other natural philosopher had ever
classified, and who, as a creature of unknown habits, might
sometimes be dangerous.
Cap immediately availed herself of the permission, and went out to
look for her servant and horses.
But Jem, the first moment he had found himself unwatched, had put
out as fast as he could fly to Hurricane Hall, to inform Major
Warfield of what had occurred.
And Capitola, after losing a great deal of time in looking for him,
mounted her horse and was just about to start, when who should ride
up in hot haste but Old Hurricane, attended by Wool.
"Stop there!" he shouted, as he saw Cap.
She obeyed, and he sprang from his horse with the agility of youth,
and helped her to descend from hers.
Then drawing her arm within his own, he led her into the parlor,
and, putting an unusual restraint upon himself, he ordered her to
tell him all about the affair.
Cap sat down and gave him the whole history from beginning to end.
Old Hurricane could not sit still to hear. He strode up and down the
room, striking his stick upon the floor, and uttering inarticulate
sounds of rage and defiance.
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