Part 34 (1/2)
”Capitola, I admire you! You are a cuc.u.mber! That's what you are, a cuc.u.mber!”
”A pickled one?” asked Cap.
”Yes, and as pickled cuc.u.mbers are good to give one an appet.i.te, I think I shall fall to and eat.”
”Do so,” said Cap, ”for heaven forbid that I should fail in hospitality!”
”Why, really, this looks as though you had expected a visitor--doesn't it?” asked Black Donald, helping himself to a huge slice of ham, and stretching his feet out toward the fire.
”Well, yes, rather; though, to say the truth, it was not your reverence I expected,” said Cap.
”Ah! somebody else's reverence, eh? Well, let them come! I'll be ready for them!” said the outlaw, pouring out and quaffing a large gla.s.s of brandy. He drank it, set down the gla.s.s, and turning to our little heroine, inquired:
”Capitola did you ever have Craven Le Noir here to supper with you?”
”You insult me! I scorn to reply!” said Cap.
”Whe--ew! What long whiskers our Grimalkin's got! You scorn to reply!
Then you really are not afraid of me?” asked the robber, rolling a great piece of cheese in his mouth.
”Afraid of you? No, I guess not!” replied Cap, with a toss of her head.
”Yet, I might do you some harm.”
”But, you won't!”
”Why won't I?”
”Because it won't pay!”
”Why wouldn't it?”
”Because you couldn't do me any harm, unless you were to kill me, and you would gain nothing by my death, except a few trinkets that you may have without.”
”Then, you are really not afraid of me?” he asked, taking another deep draught of brandy.
”Not a bit of it--I rather like you!”
”Come, now, you're running a rig upon a fellow,” said the outlaw, winking and depositing a huge chunk of bread in his capacious jaws.
”No, indeed! I liked you, long before I ever saw you! I always did like people that make other people's hair stand on end! Don't you remember when you first came here disguised as a peddler, though I did not know who you were, when we were talking of Black Donald, and everybody was abusing him, except myself? I took his part and said that for my part I liked Black Donald and wanted to see him.”
”Sure enough, my jewel, so you did! And didn't I bravely risk my life by throwing off my disguise to gratify your laudable wish?”
”So you did, my hero!”
”Ah, but well as you liked me, the moment you thought me in your power didn't you leap upon my shoulders like a catamount and cling there, shouting to all the world to come and help you, for you had caught Black Donald and would die before you would give him up? Ah! you little vampire, how you thirsted for my blood! And you pretended to like me!”
said Black Donald, eying her from head to foot, with a sly leer.