Fiction > Book editions > New York, 1885 - Dynamiter

THE FAIR CUBAN. 27 1
me to a low house that stood alone in an en-
cumbered yard, opened the door, and begged
me to enter.
" But why? " said I. "I demanded to see
Sir George."
"Madam," returned Mr. Kentish, looking
suddenly as black as thunder, "to drop all
fence, I know neither who nor what you are ; be-
yond the fact that you are not the person
whose name you have assumed. But be what
you please, spy, ghost, devil or most ill-judging
jester, if you do not immediately enter that
house, I will cut you to the earth." And even
as he spoke, he threw an uneasy glance behind
him a.t the following crowd of blacks.
I did not wait to be twice threatened ; I
obeyed at once and with a palpitating heart ;
and the next moment, the door was locked from
outside and the key withdrawn. The interior
was long, low and quite unfurnished, but filled,
almost from end to end, with sugar-cane, tar
barrels, old tarry rope, and other incongruous
and highly inflammable material ; and not only
was the door locked, but the solitary window
barred with iron.
I was by this time so exceedingly bewildered
and afraid, that I would have given years of
my life to be once more the slave of Mr. Caul-
der. I still stood, with my hands clasped, the
image of despair, looking about me on the