"
"Horrible, horrible!" groaned Mr. Ross, hiding his face in his hands. "And
this murderer, this fiend in human form, would have married my daughter!"
he cried, starting up in strong excitement. "Why was he suffered to
escape? Where is he now?"
"The whole thing passed so quickly, my informant said, that every one
seemed stunned, paralyzed with horror and fright till the scoundrel had
made good his escape; beside there were several others of the same stamp
on board--desperate fellows, probably belonging to the same gang--who
were evidently ready to make common cause with the ruffian.
"That part of our country was, you know, in those days, infested with
desperadoes and outlaws."
"Yes, yes; but what is to be done now? I shall of course send a note to
Larrabee, at his hotel, telling him that all is at an end between him and
Gertrude, forbidding him the house, and intimating that the sooner he
leaves the vicinity the better. But--Gordon, I can never thank you
sufficiently for this kindness; will you add to it by keeping the thing to
yourself for the present? I wouldn't for the world have the story get into
the papers.
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