The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-02-17
For the Bloomfield Times.
THE MYSTERIOUS FRIEND.
A Story of Old Virginia
CHAPTER TX.

EFT us now return to our youthful hero
~ whom we left just after his escape
from the Jail. The boat was rowed swiftly
down the river, and though Orlando re-
peatedly asked to be informed whittier
they were conveying him they answered
him not. At length, as the boat turned
point of land that projected into the stream,
the youth caught sight of a heavy brig that
lay at anchor only a short distance below,
and in an in slant the whole truth flashed
across his mind, and springing from his
seat he exclaimed, while his eyes flashed
fire
"Put me ashore, or will sink the boat,
and you with it. You have betrayed me,
villains, but you shall not succeed p
keep quiet my young SIR" said No
Ian. "We amt going to hurt you.
"But do you mean to convey me on
board that brig ?"
"Guess we shall stop there for the pres
ent"
"Then turn your boats head towards
the shore, Or I'll jump and swim for it."
you can try it." coolly returned Nolan,
as he drew heavy pistol from his pocket
and cooked it.
Orlando settled back upon the thwart
with groan, while Nolan laid the pistol
down by his side and resumed his oar
The youth had no weapon, and no means
Ofprocuring one, and from the manner of
his companion he was assured that they
would not hesitate to shoot him, if he at
tempted to escape. He was not foolish
enough to risk his life without even a hope
of ultimate success, though he was now
fully convinced that he had been cruelty
deceived and betrayed.
Shortly after Orlando had reseated him.
self he saw boat put off from the brig and
start up the river. The moon was yet
shining, and as tho boat came nearer ouI
hero thought he recognized the man who
occupied the stern-sheets. Ere long the
boats met and the young hunter saw, in
the person of him who had caught his at.
tention, MIR. Roswell Berkeley That gen.
tleman nodded his head in a significant
manner to Nolan, and dark, lowering
smile rested upon his countenance, as his
glance fell upon the prisoner.
At that moment, Orlando could not have
spoken If he would, for his soul was toe
full of indignation. He had no difficulty
now in knowing into whose power he had
fallen, and he really felt that his case wal
almost hopeless yet he resolved TO b'
quiet--to maintain steady, unmoved dc
meanOr, and not allow his anger, undel
any circumstances, to betray him int
needless danger, hoping thereby to move
the more kindly feelings Of his guardians
and be the better able to take advantage o
the Rrst opportunity that might present it
self for his escape.
When the boat at length hauled up un
der the gangway Of the brig the youth wa
requested to step on board, and with |
readiness which somewhat astonished hi
companions he obeyed. The men wer'
already at the windlass, the gaskets anC
furling- lines were cast off, and the sail
were hanging loose in the buntlines.
"Mr. Chester, believe" said the Cap
tain, who stepped down from the raiset
quarterback, as the youth came ON board
"That's my name," returned Orlando
in a mild tone, at the Same time cast inl
his eyes about the deck. He was not mucI
acquainted with marine tactics, but yet h
knew from the appearance Of things abou
him that the vessel was being gotten unde
weigh.