In the act of doing so, her hands were
dreadfully cut; and Clara, shocked at the sight of the
blood she had been the means of shedding, lost all the
energy she had summoned, and sunk senseless at the feet
of the maniac, who now began to utter the most piteous
cries.
"Oh, God! we are lost," exclaimed Sir Everard; "the voice
of that wretched woman has alarmed our enemy, and even
now I hear him approaching. Quick, Clara, give me the
knife. But no, it is now too late; he is here."
At that instant, the dark form of a warrior rushed
noiselessly to the spot on which he stood. The officer
turned his eyes in desperation on his enemy, but a single
glance was sufficient to assure him it was not Wacousta.
The Indian paused not in his course, but passing close
round the tree to which the baronet was attached, made
a circular movement, that brought him in a line with the
direction that had been taken by his enemy; and again
they were left alone.
A new fear now oppressed the heart of the unfortunate
Valletort, even to agony: Clara still lay senseless,
speechless, before him; and his impression was, that, in
the struggle, Ellen Halloway had murdered her.
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