"
"I!" exclaimed Vernon.
"Certainly. You stand well with her, do you not?"
"Like a saint."
"You can get up a rescue, or something of that sort, you know."
"To be sure," replied Vernon, thoughtfully.
"Pretend that you are going to effect her escape."
"Capital!" said Vernon, suddenly; "I _will_ pretend to effect her
escape. But there is one difficulty--" and he suddenly checked his
apparent zeal, and assumed a thoughtful air.
"A difficulty?"
"Ay. I must be at Baton Rouge to-morrow night, or all my hopes up the
river are lost."
"And you will return--"
Vernon reflected, and then replied,
"In four days."
"That will do. Don't let it be more than four days."
"No."
"And, Vernon, you had better write to the military lover that the lady
is doing well--that Jaspar's health is improving, &c. They won't hurry
down, then."
"A good thought. I _will_ write to him."
CHAPTER XXIX.
"Here is my hand for my true constancy."
"There is a fair behavior in thee, captain;
I will believe thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
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