He had now gained the extremity of the bridge, with Ellen
Halloway and Wacousta close in his rear, when suddenly
the heads of many men were once more distinguishable,
even in the shadow of the arch that overhung the sands
of the river. Three individuals detached themselves from
the group and leaping upon the further extremity of the
bridge, moved rapidly to meet him. Meanwhile the baronet
had stopped suddenly, as if in doubt whether to advance
or to recede. His suspense was but momentary. Although
the persons of these men were disguised as Indian warriors,
the broad moonlight that beamed full on their countenances,
disclosed the well-remembered features of Blessington,
Erskine, and Charles de Haldimar. The latter sprang before
his companions, and, uttering a cry of joy, sank in
speechless agony on the neck of his still unconscious
sister.
"For God's sake, free me, De Haldimar!" exclaimed the
excited baronet, disengaging his charge from the embrace
of his friend. This is no moment for congratulation.
Erskine, Blessington, see you not who is behind me? Be
upon your guard; defend your lives!" And as he spoke, he
rushed forward with" feint and tottering steps to place
his companions between the unhappy girl and the danger
that threatened her.
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