Carefully depositing its contents as he had found them, he locked the
drawer, and put the key upon the floor.
CHAPTER XIX.
"The accursed plot he overheard,
Its every point portrayed;
Yet ere the villain's words were cold.
The counter-plot was made."
Hatchie was chagrined at the loss of his prisoner. His diligent search
was of no avail. The Chalmetta's boat, which lay at the wood-yard in the
morning, was gone; so he had no doubt Maxwell had made his escape in it.
Having no further motive in remaining at the wood-yard, he procured a
small canoe, with the intention of joining his mistress at Cottage
Island.
Seated in the stern of the canoe, Hatchie propelled it with only
sufficient force to avoid the eddies which would have whirled his frail
bark in every direction. His thoughts wandered over the events of the
past few days. He moralized upon the conduct of the attorney and the
uncle, and nursed his indignation over them. Hatchie was a moralist in
his own way, but not a moralist only.
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