The Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1852-1853, 1853-08-31

Oh; the contemplation was as horrible ant
soul-sickening to him, as the torture he an
ticipated aud so much dreaded. Aside
from these reflections, the jeopardy IN which
. his life was placed, spared not the cr@e
ceptre Of misery.
Hideous phantoms would rise and iii
before his ftful fancy, and drag forth form
imagination's darkling cells, monster fend:
to clutch his throat. and drive the dagger
to his heart Or hold up before his fevered
vision a thousand tortures the most excruti-
ating, and with fendish delight hurl them
with deatLly and crashing precision upon
his pain-racked head. Asleep-if raCking
pain and distress wonlG grant the boon
sweet innocence would for time, sooth bis
burning brain. Bright pictures of domes-
tive happiness, were drawn by the pencil of
Morpheus upon the tablet of his dreamy Wis
ion, while some kindly sylph of slumber' S
paradise would transport him from his dun
geon, to enjoy his life, and the world. But
alas; this imaginary bliss is snatched from
his grasping ken, and he awoke to the re-
ality of his situation. A noise-a loud
noise, and clashing of arms aroused his at
teDtion. Here we leave him to his thoughts,
and enter the scene of carnage.
The Bandits were ready to dispatch their
victim. The rope, the chains, the poisoned
arms, the red-hot lead, the fatal axe, and in
short every torture conceivable, was had
in readiness; and two o65ciates were about
to bring forth the doomed old man. But
hark; that moment a crashing noise and
murmurings and cursings of numberless
voices were heard. The bandits panic
stricken, forgot their victim and flew to their
arms. Another crash, and the door bursted
upon them--tbey retreated to the opposite
end of the cave, when behold! there stood
the brave and noble De Alonzo Maryatt,
backed by legion Of men, ready to cut to
pieces the covering Williams before them.
"Stand HeII-hounds!" shouted voice
from the Bandits, "RetrGat; or advance
another step at the peril of your liv9s!"
"Surrender incarnate fends!" demanded
De Alonzo, as he advanced a step with
drawn scimitar and pistol in hand.
"Would thou risk thy life?"
"Your lives are in our power, villains
surrender or die!"
"What wouIdst thou here?"
owe come for right and Justice!''
"This is not the place" was the taunting
answer.
"Demons surrender! and deliver to us
one Robert Irvine"
"Never hot brain will thy request he
granted, till we have had our do; then thou
canst have his remans!"
"Trlle not with my rage: or By Jove l
will let my men upon you,"
"Let them on dog! We defy your
threats"
"Do you refuse to deliver Irvine?"
"Unless he be delivered dead, you lay
no hand upon hm!'
"Rclease him immediately or as the Eter-
natives, you shall be cut to pieces instant
Typ
"Do you count your host?"
Let the consequence decide! Men and folr
lowers, remember your cause-Ljberty o.
Death! See to Jour weapons and have
them prepared at q word. Do you really
positively refuse to release Irvine, -
again dem anded De Alonzo, turning to the
Bandits.
"By Heavens we do!'
"To arms! 10 the charge my men, and
crush the vagrant hendS''
With simultuous bound fifty stout and
well-armed men, leaped amongst the Ban
ditli, and with volIey Of pisto-balls the
sanguine combat began. Long and hard
and apalling was the struggle. Scimiters
and daggers were brought to action and at
every clash Of their ringing blades, Grim
son gush wel-told Of the execution. Man
to man they came. Anon the unerring
blow of the rescurers' sabre, would tell a
gainst the bandits force, anon a bandits |
dagger's thrust would hurl his vcti m to
eternity. Thus fought both parties, striv
ing desperately, with the spasmodic power
of the final struggle for life or death--for
the mastery. TO deadlier combat still they
aroused. Far above the clashing din of
weapons, the curses Of the infuriated men,
the groans and amoans of the dying and
wounded; the loud clear voice Of De AIonzo
was heard enthusiastically encouraging on
his men TO victory. Mole desperately, more
bloody. more deadly, they embrace and
grapple with each other. Again the cheer
ing voice Of De Alonzo, assures them that
he still stands, and gives another impetus
to their failing courage. Again another
determined effort is made. But hold! the |
fend-maddene robbers repel and drive
them back all dripping in bloodI Then
with demoniac fury they pouuced upon the
heroes to dash out their little re
life. Oh, has the contest ended
thus? No hark! A trumpet voice Of cour-
age bids hem hope. Behold lhe uudaunted |
and unscathed Maryatt in front rallies on
his reviving men. One effort and the
victory is decided. At one determined step
he confronted Morton the present bandits
leader, and for moment, moment only,
with tigers intent eye they measure each
others capacity.
ely mean degraded villainp' Numbered
Marion as his eyes cleaned with fendish
rage.
GAS soon base criminal as this blade
shall drink thy blood!"
"Despicable cur, thy deepest hearts
blood shall take that back!" and at an in
slant pass of sabre and dagger they closed
in mortal struggle. d
"0n, on; to battle victorious meN-tor
siieny or for dsatb" shouted Maryatt.-
Again the men, with one last effort charged
upon the bandtti. Momentarily but dec-
sive was the blow Morton fell beneath the
resolute arm Of De Alonzo, while the few
surviving bandits flew to the door, and es-