Take it--it will
help you to live a better life! When you have picked your way out of
this place, go to the great elm-tree at the back of the old mill,
and you will find my horse, Gyp, which I shall have tied there. He
is very swift. Mount him and ride for your life to the nearest
seaport, and so escape by a vessel to some foreign country. And oh,
try to lead a good life, and may God redeem you, Donald Bayne!
There--conceal your tools and your money quickly, for I hear the
guard coming. Good-by--and again, God redeem you, Donald Bayne!"
"God bless you, brave and tender girl! And God forsake me if I do
not heed your advice!" and the outlaw pressed the hand she gave him
while the tears rushed to his eyes.
The guard approached; Capitola turned to meet him. They left the
cell together and Black Donald was locked in for the last time!
"Oh, I hope, I pray, that he may get off! Oh, what shall I do if he
doesn't! How can I enjoy my wedding to-morrow! How can I bear the
music and the dancing and the rejoicing, when I know that a fellow
creature is in such a strait! Oh, Lord grant that Black Donald may
get clear off to-night, for he isn't fit to die!" said Cap to
herself, as she hurried out of the prison.
Her young groom was waiting for her and she mounted her horse and
rode until they got to the old haunted church at the end of the
village, when drawing rein, she said;
"Jem, I am very tired.
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