The pilot: a tale of the sea. By J. Fenimore Cooper.

W 1 1 PILOT. I'B
itlilonig t( m.sts and boisterotus sounds," said I(alet'ntle; tt but I hIave hetlard it said tlhat tlhe sinaitlest toutch W\ii tell e raly cause one oof them to stir."'<" (:Irititlt P irep(ealf'ted Cecilia, laying her fait
hta.nd! titmidly ont his ow1 i.
Ihe flash of (be lilglithniung iS not Il1 ore nimbl)eC
than the leap that the young -t man matlde to his efet,
wltic} hIe no soolner tainctld thit1an his dliik gtletam.ed
in the tighlt (of tt(he Itlmps, as hte brandished it fierce-.
I v with onett:hand~ wxhiet witl the otter }.he extended
a pistol, int ta im.nnacintg attitulde, towards his (disturbetos.' Sttand t hack!': he e. X(ctlaitt(d; " I am your
prisonllr oitn:y as'ta cot ( s)''"e'tho1. fierctenelss of' his friont, atnd the glaring eyehballs, that roltfled wil dl arotund him, apptilled Cecilia, w\xh0o shrunk) backt in. fi:(ar, tbdrolepihir:: hr mantie fitromn her iperson, 1.tt t sill keepingt:e her mi id eyes
fistenedl o ti is c, unt( cna c wtlltt itlh a confidingr a'%ze,
that contradictted her shkiiiing attitude, as she r-e' li;,dwatrd. it is I' (. u.adi I tova'd, come to
sirve you fion destructinn; yon are uxv)twn evenlt
lthtro ughI your ingeniotuos dis-guise.Y'''tht pistol andl the dirk t ill t ogether oin the
ltanket of' the yo)t sa.titlm-i, w\hose looks instantlyt
ost their disturbed exprssio n in a glow of' pleasure.
{(ortunt at l i th-:itvours me!" t(tle cried.' This is hindt, ccilia; more thlan I desterve, adtl
mu}ct more t tamx I expected. Hut you are nott.dlon e'
"'Tis Ilt y Oe.isin l'tl't to her l ficiin eyes
you o: e yourl (ttect..fion(, an( shlle hlas:kindlly coixtentated to accomptany ml, tIhat wte:night ttrge you
to naIlaf, that we llmig!ht, it' necessa ry,t assist yot
to fly. }tFor'tis crut el ttiy, (C'iritlith tus to fel(t.)l