"Do you believe I am in earnest now?" she asked, as she still held the
revolver in her hand. "Go and bring someone for me while there is time, for
I will never go back with you!"
But as Hugh bent to the oars, sending the little craft so swiftly to do her
bidding, the courage that had hitherto sustained her suddenly vanished.
Alone and unprotected, what might not happen to her? But it was too late to
call Hugh back now, so she must face whatever fate there was in store for
her. What if Hugh had no intention of sending help to her, and should leave
her there? Oh, for some chance to get away!
Dexie had almost given up in despair when the muffled sound of oars was
borne on her ears. She sprang quickly to the other side of the vessel and
looked anxiously in the direction of the sound. Soon the rower came in
sight, and by the stripes and epaulets of the wearer she recognized him as
a military officer, whose strong, rapid strokes were rapidly taking him
citywards. Oh, if he would only take her with him! Dare she ask him? The
hitherto-despised soldier seemed an angel of mercy, as the hope of rescue
sprang up again in her heart.
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