Part 48 (2/2)
The words at the moment added were those appended to my own name--which I had introduced to aid in the recognition. However inappropriate might be the scheme for making myself known, I had no time to conceive any other. The interruption caused by the mulatta had hindered me from a verbal declaration, which otherwise I might have made; and there was no longer an opportunity for the periphrasis of speech. Even a word might betray me. Under this apprehension, I resolved to remain silent; and watch for the occasion when I might effect the secret conveyance of the paper.
As the young girl drew near, I stepped towards her--pointing to my lips, and making sign that I wished to drink. The action did not alarm her.
On the contrary, she stopped; and, smiling kindly on the thirsty savage, offered the can--raising it up before her. I took the vessel in my hands, holding the little billet conspicuous between my stained fingers.
Conspicuous only to her: for from all other eyes the can concealed it-- even from those of the bizarre _duenna_, who had faced round and was still standing near. Not a word escaped me, as I pretended to drink. I only nodded towards the paper as I raised the vessel to my lips.
Ah! that weird instinct of a woman's heart--a woman who loves! How pleasant to watch its subtle play, when we know that it is exerted in our favour! I saw not the action, nor yet the emotion that may have been depicted on that radiant face. My eyes were averted. I dared not trust them to watch the effect. I only knew that the can was taken from my hands--the paper along with it; and, like a dream, the fair water-carrier pa.s.sed from before me--leaving me alone upon the spot! My eyes followed the receding form, now side by side with that of the chiding guardian. Together they entered the corral--Lilian upon the nearer side; but, as the maiden's face disappeared behind the sombre shadow of the waggons, a glance given back through those s.h.i.+ning tresses convinced me that my scheme had succeeded!
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED.
A SISTER'S APPEAL.
I hastened to inform Marian of what had pa.s.sed--having returned to the tents, without giving any sign of the excitement that was stirring within my breast. Why not to-night? Why not at once--within the hour?
These were my reflections, put interrogatively, as I hurried over the ground. The huntress still remained within her tent; but, enjoying the fraternal privilege, I could enter; and, stooping, I pa.s.sed under the covering of skins.
”You have seen sister Lilian!” she said, affirmatively, as I entered.
”I have.”
”And spoken with her?”
”No--I dared not trust myself to speak; but I have given her a token of recognition.”
”In writing? I saw you. She knows, then, that you are here?”
”By this time she should--that is, if she has found an opportunity to look at the paper.”
”She will find that, I daresay. Oh, she _is_ beautiful--very beautiful.
I do not wonder, sir, that you love her! Were I a man--Knows she that I too am here?”
”Not yet. I feared to tell her, even in writing. I feared that in the sudden transport of joy which such a discovery would produce, she might proclaim it to your father--perhaps to _him_!”
”You are right--there might have been a risk of that. She must not know that I am here, till we can caution her against declaring it. How do you propose to act?”
”I have come to take counsel from you. If we could only make known to her that you are present, she might find an opportunity of stealing forth; and in the darkness, all the rest could be accomplished. Even to-night--why not this very night?”
”Why not?” echoed the huntress, catching eagerly at the idea. ”The sooner the better. But how am I to see her? Should I enter their camp?
Perhaps--”
”If you write to her, I--”
”_Would_, stranger? say _could_. Writing is not one of my accomplishments. My father cared little to teach me--my mother still less: she cared not at all. Alas! poor ignorant me: I cannot even write my own name!”
”It matters not: dictate what you would say to her. I have here paper and pencil; and shall write for you. If she has read the other, she will be on the look-out--and no doubt we may find an opportunity of giving a note to her.”
”And she of reading it, no doubt. Yes; it does seem the best course we can pursue--the surest and safest. Surely Lilian has not forgotten me?
Surely she will follow the advice of a sister who dearly loves her?”
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