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

s ce y silene t en the
"{'{ti{ p:lerIa~:e en.fl:t::ital.y? ile. tnee' yen hll: htartd
per'tur'bed breathings of the captive, who, wAvith
his condue to>, foillowved the! ligt stepl: of kitthe,-'inct through sote of the secret mazes of the
tiitldifitg untril in a f1w mtinutes, t!hey'issuted
(hrou}tr a sailtl (door, into th e ojpen air. With >out
j)ausirtg to delibetate, AMiss Plowdenl led (he
cockswm aint throughl, tie trounds to a difl'rent
wicket firon the oe by w } ich} {he. htad e itered tlhe
pladdlock, and l)pioting to the: pl)ath, which mniglht
het dimly traced along tie tt lcl td l'herbage, she tad
Gotd bless hi, iin in vaoioe thtnat discovered heCr in,
t erest in his safi'ty, andl vanished frtiom his si::ht,
lihke tt a aerital beingt.'oin ncec(lced no llncclteive to hi$s Spe(ed, 1nowm
that h}is course t lay so t)lainly beibre him, b)ttt
loosenbtlltig his pistols int his belt~, alnd poisinIg his
h:ari0poonl he crossed the fitlds at a gtait that ctotpelled his compantt ion to exert his uttnost powest i.)i tlhe on ay of walkit to equ. al. Once or twice,
fDillon venturld to utter a wvord or two, but a
sternt "silence" i from the ckswaint Wttttat'nel }hirM
to ce"a(se, until, perceiv\ ing that they were: at.pp)roaehing the ctlits, hte mtade a liial efflrt t(o ohtain his liberty, by hurriedly it'promis!ing; a large
b,)ibe.''he cockswain made no reply, and lthe
ctat)tivt was secretly hoping that his iS Scthe-mtt'e'was
prod.ucing its wonted effects, when he u.c:~xplctcd y
felt the kteen cold e(dge of thue blarbled iron of the'harpoon ptre(ssing ag:ainst his breastt thr-oug'h t}le
ope.ning of tis ruffles, an{d evenvc raising; the skin.
"t Itiar,) said'tlom, t another wtord and l'I:rive it thtrough your heart!"
F'rorn that moment, Dill.on wvas as silent as the
ratve. TheIlly reached tle edge of the cliltffs, without enc0untering tlhe p}arty that Ihad been sent in)
qtltest of B11arlnsttable, and;tt a point near whetro