Meantime, Capitola, at Hurricane Hall, was doing all she could to
discover or invent means to save the life of Black Donald. But still
she said no more about it even to Old Hurricane.
One evening, while Cap was sitting by the fire with her thoughts
busy with this subject, her uncle came in saying:
"Cap, I have got some curiosities to show you!"
"What are they?" said Cap, languidly.
"A set of burglar's tools, supposed to belong to some member of
Black Donald's band! One of my negroes found them in the woods in
the neighborhood of the Devil's Punch Bowl! I wrote to the sheriff
concerning them, and he requested me to take care of them until he
should have occasion to call for them. Look! Did you ever see such
things?" said Old Hurricane, setting down a canvas bag upon the
table and turning out from it all sorts of strange looking
instruments--tiny saws, files, punches, screws, picks, etc., etc.,
etc.
Cap looked at them with the most curious interest, while Old
Hurricane explained their supposed uses.
"It must have been an instrument of this sort, Cap, that that blamed
demon, Donald, gave to the imprisoned men to file their fetters off
with!" he said, showing a thin file of tempered steel.
"That!" said Cap. "Hand it here! Let me see it!" And she examined it
with the deepest interest.
"I wonder what they force locks with?" she inquired.
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