"So you will soon be gone, Miss Lydia? I never expected your stay in this unhappy country would have been a long one. And yet since you have come to me here, the thought that I must bid you farewell has grown a hundred times more bitter to me. I am only a poor lieutenant.
I had no future--and now I am an outlaw. What a moment in which to tell you that I love you, Miss Lydia! But no doubt this is my only chance of saying it. And I think I feel less wretched now I have unburdened my heart to you."
Miss Lydia turned away her head, as if the darkness were not dark enough to hide her blushes.
"Signor della Rebbia," she said, and her voice shook, "should I have come here at all if----" and as she spoke she laid the Egyptian talisman in Orso's hand. Then, with a mighty effort to recover her usual bantering tone--"It's very wrong of you, Signor Orso, to say such things! You know very well that here, in the middle of the /maquis/, and with your bandits all about me, I should never dare to be angry with you."
Orso made an attempt to kiss the hand that held out the talisman. Miss Lydia drew it quickly back; he lost his balance, and fell on his wounded arm. He could not stifle a moan of pain.
"Oh, dear, you've hurt yourself, and it was my fault!" she cried, as she raised him up. "Forgive me!" They talked for some time longer, very low, and very close together.
Colomba, running hastily up, found them in the very same position in which she had left them.
"The soldiers!" she cried. "Orso! try to get up and walk! I'll help you!"
"Leave me!" said Orso. "Tell the bandits to escape. What do I care if I am taken? But take away Miss Lydia. For God's sake, don't let anybody see her here!"
"I won't leave you," said Brandolaccio, who had come up on Colomba's heels.
"The sergeant in charge is the lawyer's godson. He'll shoot you instead of arresting you, and then he'll say he didn't do it on purpose."
Orso tried to rise; he even took a few steps. But he soon halted. "I can't walk," he said. "Fly, all of you! Good-bye, Miss Nevil! Give me your hand! Farewell!"
"We won't leave you!" cried the two girls.
"If you can't walk," said Brandolaccio, "I must carry you. Come, sir, a little courage! We shall have time to slip away by the ravine. The Signor Padre will keep them busy."
"No, leave me!" said Orso, lying down on the ground. "Colomba, take Miss Nevil away!--for God's sake!"
"You're strong, Signorina Colomba," said Brandolaccio. "Catch hold of his shoulders; I'll take his feet. That's it! Now, then march!"
In spite of his protests, they began to carry him rapidly along. Miss Lydia was following them, in a terrible fright, when a gun was fired, and five or six other reports instantly responded. Miss Lydia screamed and Brandolaccio swore an oath, but he doubled his pace, and Colomba, imitating him, tore through the thicket without paying the slightest heed to the branches that slashed her face and tore her dress.
"Bend down, bend down, dear!" she called out to her companion. "You may be hit by some stray bullet!"
They had walked, or rather run, some five hundred paces in this fashion when Brandolaccio vowed he could go no further, and dropped on the ground, regardless of all Colomba's exhortations and reproaches.
"Where is Miss Nevil?" was Orso's one inquiry.
Terrified by the firing, checked at every step by the thick growth of the /maquis/, Miss Nevil had soon lost sight of the fugitives, and been left all alone in a state of the most cruel alarm.
"She has been left behind," said Brandolaccio, "but she'll not be lost --women always turn up again. Do listen to the row the Padre is ****** with your gun, Ors' Anton'! Unluckily, it's as black as pitch, and nobody takes much harm from being shot at in the dark."
"Hush!" cried Colomba. "I hear a horse. We're saved!"
Startled by the firing, a horse which had been wandering through the /maquis/, was really coming close up to them.
"Saved, indeed!" repeated Brandolaccio. It did not take the bandit more than an instant to rush up to the creature, catch hold of his mane, and with Colomba's assistance, bridle him with a bit of knotted rope.
"Now we must warn the Padre," he said. He whistled twice; another distant whistle answered the signal, and the loud voice of the Manton gun was hushed. Then Brandolaccio sprang on the horse's back. Colomba lifted her brother up in front of the bandit, who held him close with one hand and managed his bridle with the other.
In spite of the double load, the animal, urged by a brace of hearty kicks, started off nimbly, and galloped headlong down a steep declivity on which anything but a Corsican steed would have broken its neck a dozen times.
Then Colomba retraced her steps, calling Miss Nevil at the top of her voice; but no answering cry was heard.
After walking hither and thither for some time, trying to recover the path, she stumbled on two riflemen, who shouted, "Who goes there?"
"Well, gentlemen," cried Colomba jeeringly, "here's a pretty racket!
How many of you are killed?"
"You were with the bandits!" said one of the soldiers. "You must come with us."
"With pleasure!" she replied. "But there's a friend of mine somewhere close by, and we must find her first."
"You friend is caught already, and both of you will sleep in jail to-night!"
"In jail, you say? Well, that remains to be seen. But take me to her, meanwhile."
The soldiers led her to the bandits' camp, where they had collected the trophies of their raid--to wit, the cloak which had covered Orso, an old cooking-pot, and a pitcher of cold water. On the same spot she found Miss Nevil, who had fallen among the soldiers, and, being half dead with terror, did nothing but sob in answer to their questions as to the number of the bandits, and the direction in which they had gone.
