Part 34 (2/2)
Cap returned the look with interest. Dropping her head on one side, she glanced upward from the corner of her eye, with an expression of ”infinite” mischief and roguery, saying:
”Lor, didn't you know why I did that?”
”Because you wanted me captured, I suppose.”
”No, indeed, but, because--”
”Well, what?”
”Because I wanted you to carry me off!”
”Well, I declare! I never thought of that!” said the outlaw, dropping his bread and cheese, and staring at the young girl.
”Well, you might have thought of it then! I was tired of hum-drum life, and I wanted to see adventures!” said Cap.
Black Donald looked at the mad girl from head to foot and then said, coolly:
”Miss Black, I am afraid you are not good.”
”Yes I am--before folks!” said Cap.
”And so you really wished me to carry you off?”
”I should think so! Didn't I stick to you until you dropped me?”
”Certainly! And now if you really like me as well as you say you do, come give me a kiss.”
”I won't!” said Cap, ”until you have done your supper and washed your face! Your beard is full of crumbs!”
”Very well, I can wait awhile! Meantime just brew me a bowl of egg-nog, by way of a night-cap, will you?” said the outlaw, drawing off his boots and stretching his feet to the fire.
”Agreed, but it takes two to make egg-nog; you'll have to whisk up the whites of the eggs into a froth, while I beat the yellows, and mix the other ingredients,” said Cap.
”Just so,” a.s.sented the outlaw, standing up and taking off his coat and flinging it upon the floor.
Cap shuddered, but went on calmly with her preparations. There were two little white bowls setting one within the other upon the table. Cap took them apart and set them side by side and began to break the eggs, letting the whites slip into one bowl and dropping the yellows into the other.
Black Donald sat down in his s.h.i.+rt sleeves, took one of the bowls from Capitola and began to whisk up the whites with all his might and main.
Capitola beat up the yellows, gradually mixing the sugar with it. In the course of her work she complained that the heat of the fire scorched her face, and she drew her chair farther to-wards the corner of the chimney, and pulled the stand after her.
”Oh, you are trying to get away from me,” said Black Donald, hitching his own chair in the same direction, close to the stand, so that he sat immediately in front of the fireplace.
Cap smiled and went on beating her eggs and sugar together. Then she stirred in the brandy and poured in the milk and took the bowl from Black Donald and laid on the foam. Finally, she filled a goblet with the rich compound and handed it to her uncanny guest.
Black Donald untied his neck cloth, threw it upon the floor and sipped his egg-nog, all the while looking over the top of the gla.s.s at Capitola.
”Miss Black,” he said, ”it must be past twelve o'clock.”
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