The House of Night

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This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1921. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... chapter xvi Kathleen Pattison straightened suddenly from the wall against which she was leaning and glanced down sharply to where, fifty feet below her, the main Villista camp lay. Moving slowly amongst the throng of lean, brown little Mexicans she had caught the glint of a paler-tinted face. Presently the man moved closer, but he did not raise his eyes and as yet did not seem to have seen her. He was a big heavily built man with something comfortable and prosperous about his bulk; further, he was a white man, the only white man she had seen since the ill-fated night, just thirty-six hours ago, when she had shot King Caird. Held in the rear of the Villista raiding party, under the guard, first of Esteban, then of Pablo, she had not actually seen anything of the sacking of Los Vientos, but, though she had not seen, she 'had heard. First had come the noise of battle and conflict and then the lingering cry of the tortured town. At that last sound her self-control had for the moment deserted her; she had known from repeated stealthy attempts that she could not free herself from the saddle, but with a sudden striking of her heels against the horse's flanks she had attempted to spur it into a sudden plunge which would tear the bridle from Esteban's hand. The attempt had failed; Esteban had tied the bridle to his own saddle-horn and she had got nothing for her pains except blows from a quirt laid twice sharply across her shoulders. The sting of the blows had revived her better sense; the knowledge of the futility of attempted escape along these lines had returned to her and she had sat passive. Hours afterwards, it seemed, the raiders had returned and the cold grip of horror which had fastened on her heart when she had seen the nature of the greater proportion of their...