"She can't have interpreted the message aright," I panted.
"Because she did not leap into the air? Trust her--she's Gadsden
Cunningham's, her own father's daughter."
In a few minutes she turned from the Governor's son to his father, from
him to her ladyship, and from her without haste to some less
distinguished member, and then in the most casual way in the world she
strolled inside and from our sight.
Hardly a minute later the signal came: a firefly's flash five times
together and three times repeated from the darkened upper story.
Ubbo was with us when the signal came. "Marster Carpt'n," he whispered,
and handed him a sabre and a pair of duelling pistols. "Missy send
um--an' dey loaded, both um, suh."
Captain Blaise, taking the sabre and passing me the pistols, ordered
Ubbo to show the way.
We skirted the grounds and entered by a rear gate a garden where were
all sorts of low-growing trees and high-growing shrubs to screen us as
we drew near the rear veranda. I saw the white gown with the dark blue
sash shining out from the shrubbery, and then the white and blue drew
back. I would have leaped out on the path to follow, but a restraining
hand was on my arm. "Wait, wait!" warned Captain Blaise.
It was the Governor and his son hurrying around the corner of the
veranda. "I do not believe it," the Governor was saying. "I cannot
credit it.
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