Chapter 11: The Searching of the Gardens

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​​​⁠How slowly the time went; and never a thing to indicate that any of the brutes still infested the gardens.

It was on the ninth day that, finally, I decided to run the risk, if any there were, and sally out. With this purpose in view, I loaded one of the shotguns, carefully—choosing it, as being more deadly than a rifle, at close quarters; and then, after a final scrutiny of the grounds, from the to