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A hurried explanation ensued with the agent of the secret police, who gave them a few words of comfort. "He'll never be able to pass my men at the gate," said the officer, with great confidence. This was doubtful. They knew too well Hunston's boldness and audacity. But they lost no time in getting up a pursuit.
"Well, Harry, it hasn't made me laugh. I was lolling half drowsily over the hatchway there, the other evening, when I suppose I dropped off asleep, and I dreamt of Hunston. I dreamt that I was going through all that ugly scene again, and while in the thick of the dream, something woke me." "Yes." "What do you think it was?" "Can't say." "Hunston's voice, moaning, groaning with pain apparently."
The voice was Hunston's, and that sufficed for young Jack to show signs of opposition. Vain obstacle. "We are quite comfortable where we are," said young Jack. "Insolent brat!" said Hunston contemptuously. "You shall be birched well for that." The colour mounted to the boy's face in spite of himself.
One was fair as a lily, with light, golden, wavy hair, and full blue eyes. This beautiful girl it was who excited Hunston's curiosity "Who can she be? Perhaps Harvey's daughter," he thought Now these two were equally lovely to gaze upon, the beauty of each being of a totally different character.
For Hunston's hatred of Harkaway knew no abatement; living or dying, the same fierce, unquenchable thirst after vengeance would fill his soul. But what troubled him most now was his health.
To avoid more publicity, he turned off the main thoroughfare to a narrow street which paralleled it, and, walking rapidly, came in five minutes to the street where Peter and the little candidate had left him. This street came as a surprise to him: Hunston's best "residence section" beyond doubt. It was really pretty, spaciously wide and flanked by handsome old trees.
When he recovered consciousness, his first sensations were of burning in the throat, and opening his eyes, he found himself being cared tenderly for by one of the sailors who had brought him there. "Come, come, I say, mister," said the honest tar, who had had a bit of a fright on finding Hunston's condition, "this won't do, you know." "I am better now," murmured Hunston, faintly.
Three big forms stood upon the threshold of the cabin. The three whose names Hunston had just uttered. Harkaway, Jefferson, and Dick Harvey. "I thought I heard you call us," said the latter. Hunston's colour fled from his cheek. He looked from one to the other. Then he glanced at Joe Basalt. Harkaway was the first to break the silence. "Hunston."
Hunston's first care on getting free from the prison was to get into the mountain fastnesses, in search of his old comrade, Toro. But he could not discover the least trace of his old comrade. He skulked about at night and fled to sleep in the mountains by day, shrinking at the echo of his own footfalls starting at his own shadow.
The excitement occasioned by the impudent robbery of the contessa Maraviglia's jewels had not by any means subsided, so the confusion prevailing in consequence was highly favourable to Hunston's new villany for trapping little Emily. Nearing the entrance to the ball-room, he came to a conservatory, into which Mr. Mole had strolled, or let us say staggered, and then dropped into a seat.
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