Vernon waited the approach of the party in front of the cottage. While
it was yet at some distance, he discovered Hatchie, whom he recognized
by the light of his torch, running in front of it. The appearance of the
mulatto, alone, he interpreted as the signal of victory to the party in
conjunction with him, who, he imagined, were pursuing him. Resolving,
therefore, to lose no more time, he advanced towards the house, ordering
two of his followers to secure Hatchie.
Dr. Vaudelier had heard the sounds of the distant encounter, and
occasionally sought the window to assure himself the invaders did not
approach the cottage. The glaring torch of Hatchie, who was running
towards the house, gave him some misgivings, and, seizing the pistols
which lay upon the table, he went to the door, on opening which he was
confronted by Vernon.
"Come on, boys! come on!" shouted the ruffian, as he pushed by the
doctor. "The way is clear; let us make quick work."
The pistol of Dr. Vaudelier had been raised to shoot down the assailant;
but his hand dropped at the sound of his voice, he staggered back and
let the weapon fall from his hand, and uttered an exclamation of intense
feeling.
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