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This shall be seen to at once," he answered, rising from his seat. "Come with me, Dick, and you, Jefferson." They left the cabin, followed by old Joe Basalt. Now, when they got on deck, Jack Harkaway led the way to a part where they were alone, and not likely to be disturbed. "Now, Joe," said he, "I have been thinking this matter over.
Jack." "I shan't hush, Harry; you know that it's true. You are the cherub, and you know it. Why, mother, now that it's all over, and I am here, I must tell you that I never should have been here if it hadn't been for Harry." "Bless you, Harry," said Mrs. Harkaway, squeezing his hand. Just then, Mr.
"I am perfectly cognisant of all," she replied. "Then your errand here is to torture me?" "You wrong me." Harkaway looked her sternly in the face. And Theodora bore his glance without flinching. "Your manner tells me," he said, "that you know better than any one what alone could restore happiness here." "You are right." And she gravely inclined her head as she answered.
You only suppose that." "I can answer positively for that," said a voice at the door. They turned. There stood Nabley, the detective. "Nabley!" "Nabley here!" "Himself," said the indefatigable officer, coming forward. "Hunston is with the brigands, very much with them, in fact." "That we know," said Harkaway, who then related the death of Pike, and the supposed abduction of young Jack.
And while the people were staring hopelessly at each other thus, a voice was heard giving the alarm hard by. "Poor Brand, your murderer shall not escape," said Jefferson bitterly. The noise continued, and presently the voice was recognised. "It is Mole," cried Harkaway. He was right. Just then the poor old gentleman appeared upon the scene. "Harkaway, Jefferson, Harvey!" he cried.
"Thank goodness he's gone!" said young Jack, who was all impatience to see what Harry was to do next. Harry Girdwood watched until the door was fairly closed, and then turned again to the hole in the wall. "Come along. Follow me, Jack." "Trot on," said young Harkaway. "I'm after you." They both scrambled through the hole, and when they were upon the other side, they replaced the stone.
"Cast him loose!" cried Harkaway, "No more no more!" But the sailors did not appear to hear. "Six." "Have done, I say!" thundered Jefferson. "Enough of this!" "Excuse me, sir," said the captain, "we have a duty to perform. I can understand that it is not pleasant to you, but " "Seven," sang out Joe Basalt, drowning every voice. Down came the whip again.
Fairlawn was quite sure that one of his hounds had been showing a line, and had been whipped off it by one of Mr. Harkaway's men. The man swore that he had only been collecting his own hounds. On this plea Mr. Fairlawn demanded to take his whole pack into Greasegate Wood, the very covert that Mr. Harkaway had been about to draw. "I'm d d if you do!" said Mr.
"Then that shall be my task," exclaimed Hunston, warming up as he unfolded his diabolical scheme. "I should like to do that part of it myself. I swore to finish them all off," he added, more to himself than to Joe, "and I shall keep my oath after all, I begin to think. I'll throw them all overboard Harkaway, Jefferson, Harvey, all." He looked up suddenly at the door.
In about ten minutes more he came up with him. And this was under the most alarming circumstances. Not very long after this a horseman dashed up to the spot, and only drew rein to give a glance at the lifeless form of the wretched Matteo. "He's dead," said the horseman, who was none other than Jack Harkaway. "This looks like some of Dick's handiwork. Dick or some of our party.
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