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Without slackening pace I turned h around the horizon, were thinning overhead, and the htened the darkness below The sandy lane stretched behind us like a ribbon of twilight,--nothing to be seen but it and the ebonyit on either side We hastened on Aof a small horn, clear, shrill, and sweet Sparrow and I wheeled--and saw nothing The trees ran down to the very edge of the wharf, upon whose rotten, loosened, and noisy boardstrod Suddenly the clouds above us broke, and the ed and angry river, and the low, tree-fringed shore Below us, fastened to the piles and rocking with the waves, was the open boat in which ere to embark A few broken steps led fro these I sprang into the boat and held out ave her to ive what aid I ht to the minister, as halfway down the steps--and faced ht; why he, ith one, I had seen drunken, should have chosen, after his carouse, cold air and his own company rather than sleep; when and where he first spied us, how long he had followed us, I have never known Perhaps he could not sleep for triu arrest, had come forth to add to the bitterness of my cup by his presence, and so had happened upon us He could only have guessed at those he followed, until he reached the edge of the wharf and looked down upon us in the ; then he raised his hand to his lips, and the shrill call that had before startled us rang out again At the far end of the lane lights appeared Men were co down the lane at a run; whether they were the watch, or ues, we tarried not to see There was not time to loosen the rope from the piles, so I drewdown the steps, at the sarappling with hiiant's e hiainst a thwart, and he lay, huddled beneath it, quiet enough Theafter hi feet, and the backward-strea flame of the torches reddened its boards and the black water beneath; but each instant the water widened between us and our pursuers Wind and current swept us out, and at that wharf there were no boats to follow us