It has been accumulating for years until now. I have several
thousand dollars all of my own. You shall have it if you will only
go quietly away and leave me in peace!" prayed Capitola.
"My dear, I intend to take that anyhow--take it as your bridal
dower, you know! For I'm going to carry you off and make an honest
wife of you!"
"Donald, give up this heinous purpose!" cried Capitola, in an agony
of supplication, as she leaned over the back of the outlaw's chair.
"Yes, you know I will--ha--ha--ha!" laughed the robber.
"Man, for your own sake give it up!"
"Ha, ha, ha! for my sake!"
"Yes, for yours! Black Donald, have you ever reflected on death?"
asked Capitola, in a low and terrible voice.
"I have risked it often enough; but as to reflecting upon it--it
will be time enough to do that when it comes! I am a powerful man,
in the prime and pride of life," said the athlete, stretching
himself exultingly.
"Yet it might come--death might come with sudden overwhelming power,
and hurl you to destruction! What a terrible thing for this
magnificent frame of yours, this glorious handiwork of the Creator,
to be hurled to swift destruction, and for the soul that animates it
to be cast into hell!"
"Bosh again! That is a subject for the pulpit, not for a pretty
girl's room. If you really think me such a handsome man, why don't
you go with me at once and say no more about it," roared the outlaw
laughing.
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