An exciting, rather melodramatic romance of the French revolution. A peasant revolutionist who is trying to lure the heroine and her father back to France, and an unwelcome suitor, engage the cunning of the Scarlet Pimpernel in restoring the kidnapped bride to her husband through hairbreadth escapes and thrilling adventures.
sounds which seemed hardly of this earth; the blazing ricks, the flickering, red light of the flames had finally transformed the little hillock behind the mill into another Brocken on whose summit witches and devils do of a truth hold their revels.
'A moi!' shouted Pierre again, and he threw his torch down upon the ground and once more made for the barn. The others followed him. In the barn were such weapons as these wretched penniless peasants had managed to collect -- scythes, poles, axes, saws, anything that would prove useful for the destruction of the château de Kernogan and the proposed brow-beating of M. le duc and his family. All the men trooped in in the wake of Pierre. The entire hillock was now a blaze of light-- lurid and red and flickering-- alternately teased and fanned and subdued by the gale, so that at times every object stood out clearly cut, every blade of grass, every stone in bold relief, and in the ruts and fissures, every tiny pool of muddy water shimmered like strings of
Part of the Scarlet Pimpernel series which are all good adventure romances. Once again they beat impossible odds and rescue the doomed captive from the French revolutionists.