LITMIR.BIZ

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into the balcony.

      Henry in a moment recovered himself sufficiently to follow him, and when he reached his side in the balcony, Marchdale said, as he pointed below—

      "There is some one concealed there."

      "Where—where?"

      "Among the laurels. I will fire a random shot, and we may do some execution."

      "Hold!" said a voice from below; "don't do any such thing, I beg of you."

      "Why, that is Mr. Chillingworth's voice," cried Henry.

      "Yes, and it's Mr. Chillingworth's person, too," said the doctor, as he emerged from among some laurel bushes.

      "How is this?" said Marchdale.

      "Simply that I made up my mind to keep watch and ward to-night outside here, in the hope of catching the vampyre. I got into here by climbing the gate."

      "But why did you not let me know?" said Henry.

      "Because I did not know myself, my young friend, till an hour and a half ago."

      "Have you seen anything?"

      "Nothing. But I fancied I heard something in the park outside the wall."

      "Indeed!"

      "What say you, Henry," said Mr. Marchdale, "to descending and taking a hasty examination of the garden and grounds?"

      "I am willing; but first allow me to speak to George, who otherwise might be surprised at our long absence."

      Henry walked rapidly to the bed chamber of Flora, and he said to George—

      "Have you any objection to being left alone here for about half an hour, George, while we make an examination of the garden?"

      "Let me have some weapon and I care not. Remain here while I fetch a sword from my own room."

      Henry did so, and when George returned with a sword, which he always kept in his bed-room, he said—

      "Now go, Henry. I prefer a weapon of this description to pistols much. Do not be longer gone than necessary."

      "I will not, George, be assured."

      George was then left alone, and Henry returned to the balcony, where Mr. Marchdale was waiting for him. It was a quicker mode of descending to the garden to do so by clambering over the balcony than any other, and the height was not considerable enough to make it very objectionable, so Henry and Mr. Marchdale chose that way of joining Mr. Chillingworth.

      "You are, no doubt, much surprised at finding me here," said the doctor; "but the fact is, I half made up my mind to come while I was here; but I had not thoroughly done so, therefore I said nothing to you about it."

      "We are much indebted to you," said Henry, "for making the attempt."

      "I am prompted to it by a feeling of the strongest curiosity."

      "Are you armed, sir?" said Marchdale.

      "In this stick," said the doctor, "is a sword, the exquisite temper of which I know I can depend upon, and I fully intended to run through any one whom I saw that looked in the least of the vampyre order."

      "You would have done quite right," replied Mr. Marchdale. "I have a brace of pistols here, loaded with ball; will you take one, Henry, if you please, and then we shall be all armed."

      Thus, then, prepared for any exigency, they made the whole round of the house; but found all the fastenings secure, and everything as quiet as possible.

      "Suppose, now, we take a survey of the park outside the garden wall," said Mr. Marchdale.

      This was agreed to; but before they had proceeded far, Mr. Marchdale said—

      "There is a ladder lying on the wall; would it not be a good plan to place it against the very spot the supposed vampyre jumped over last night, and so, from a more elevated position, take a view of the open meadows. We could easily drop down on the outer side, if we saw anything suspicious."

      "Not a bad plan," said the doctor. "Shall we do it?"

      "Certainly," said Henry; and they accordingly carried the ladder, which had been used for pruning the trees, towards the spot at the end of the long walk, at which the vampyre had made good, after so many fruitless efforts, his escape from the premises.

      They made haste down the long vista of trees until they reached the exact spot, and then they placed the ladder as near as possible, exactly where Henry, in his bewilderment on the evening before, had seen the apparition from the grave spring to.

      "We can ascend singly," said Marchdale; "but there is ample space for us all there to sit on the top of the wall and make our observations."

      This was seen to be the case, and in about a couple of minutes they had taken up their positions on the wall, and, although the height was but trifling, they found that they had a much more extensive view than they could have obtained by any other means.

      "To contemplate the beauty of such a night as this," said Mr. Chillingworth, "is amply sufficient compensation for coming the distance I have."

      "And who knows," remarked Marchdale, "we may yet see something which may throw a light upon our present perplexities God knows that I would give all I can call mine in the world to relieve you and your sister, Henry Bannerworth, from the fearful effect which last night's proceedings cannot fail to have upon you."

      "Of that I am well assured, Mr. Marchdale," said Henry. "If the happiness of myself and family depended upon you, we should be happy indeed."

      "You are silent, Mr. Chillingworth," remarked Marchdale, after a slight pause.

      "Hush!" said Mr. Chillingworth—"hush—hush!"

      "Good God, what do you hear?" cried Henry.

      The doctor laid his hand upon Henry's arm as he said—

      "There is a young lime tree yonder to the right."

      "Yes—yes."

      "Carry your eye from it in a horizontal line, as near as you can, towards the wood."

      Henry did so, and then he uttered a sudden exclamation of surprise, and pointed to a rising spot of ground, which was yet, in consequence of the number of tall trees in its vicinity, partially enveloped in shadow.

      "What is that?" he said.

      "I see something," said Marchdale. "By Heaven! it is a human form lying stretched there."

      "It is—as if in death."

      "What can it be?" said Chillingworth.

      "I dread to say," replied Marchdale; "but to my eyes, even at this distance, it seems like the form of him we chased last night."

      "The vampyre?"

      "Yes—yes. Look, the moonbeams touch him. Now the shadows of the trees gradually recede. God of Heaven! the figure moves."

      Henry's eyes were riveted to that fearful object, and now a scene presented itself which filled them all with wonder and astonishment, mingled with sensations of the greatest awe and alarm.

      As the moonbeams, in consequence of the luminary rising higher and higher in the heavens, came to touch this figure that lay extended on the rising ground, a perceptible movement took place in it. The limbs appeared to tremble, and although it did not rise up, the whole body gave signs of vitality.

      "The vampyre—the vampyre!" said Mr. Marchdale. "I cannot doubt it now. We must have hit him last night with the pistol bullets, and the moonbeams are now restoring him to a new life."

      Henry shuddered, and even Mr. Chillingworth turned pale. But he was the first to recover himself sufficiently to propose some course of action, and he said—

      "Let us descend and go up to this figure. It is a duty we owe to ourselves as much as to society."

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