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As for Annette, her quick eye at once showed her how the situation

stood: her lover, his hands bound, a black cap over his eyes, a

coffin beside him Luc, the jailer, and chief of the executioners,

re as possible; and at the first outburst

of the din had called upon his party to fire But these any-

complexioned executioners scurried like rats at the first cry Most

of them carried their ar in a corner of the drill square This he seized and levelled at

Stephens, pulling the trigger, after careful aim The rusty weapon

an hastily to chip the

flint with the back of his sheath-knife; but while he was engaged in

this laudable preparation, Annette came over the earthworks like a

bird, smote him with the handle of her whip upon the crown, and sent

hi in the dust With another bound she was at her lover's

side; and slipping fros,--and then the hero-darling waited to be taken to his

heart

The change in his fortunes was so sudden, and so ae back to freedom and love, that he

was for some seconds unable to realize it, and his eyes and brain

sith a sense of happiness that reached deliriu figures of his captors and

jailers; the shouting ofat hiel!"