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And this done, the cell wore its original aspect. Their way now lay down a rugged flight of steps, roughly cut in the solid earth. The greatest care was necessary to avoid stumbling. At length Harry Girdwood came to a standstill. "Jack," he said, in a whisper, "Here." "Keep close now." "Right." "Nearer. Lend me a hand here. That's it. Now help me to raise the stone here."
He pointed with his sword to Harry Girdwood. The latter looked deadly pale but resolute. "Ready! Present! Fire!" Young Jack turned half round, and saw his brave comrade clap his hand to his breast, totter and fall. A cry rose to his lips. But he stifled it ere Hunston should have this small gratification.
Harry Girdwood arose suddenly from his puzzle. "Eureka!" he cried; "I have discovered it." "What?" demanded the startled Jack. "The cypher. It is alphabetical. Listen here." Young Jack approached. "It is clear as daylight," said Harry; "these figures correspond with the letters of the alphabet. "'Count four stones up from ground. Two from side of chimney. Press underneath.
Now, perhaps, you know what I and my comrade Harry felt when you condemned us to death." "We told you," added Harry Girdwood quietly, "that it would come home to you; it has." During the foregoing, Hunston began to realise the truth. They lived. "Get up," said Jefferson; "it is time to end this sickening scene." Hunston slowly rose to his feet
Jack was questioning the stranger while Harry Girdwood shot the boat into a favourable creek. Harry jumped out. "Come along," he said cheerfully. "Safe on shore." "And precious glad of it," added young Jack. The stranger looked upon him in anxious expectation, and finding they were alone, he turned eagerly to his young preservers. "Put off again," he said; "put out to sea, I tell you." "Why?"
Upon the other side of the necromancer's chair was a heavy curtain, or portiere of cloth, covered with fantastic figures, and this was drawn aside a minute or so after Mr. Mole and Harry Girdwood appeared. Then, through the dark aperture thus disclosed, the wizard hobbled in.
Mole, who had felt a tingling sensation at the nose, and fearing that he was about to disgrace his manly reputation by a tear, had retired, came stumping back with some news. "Here comes Jack old Jack, I mean. Here's luck for us." A well-known footstep was heard, and Jack Harkaway entered the room. As his eye fell upon Harry Girdwood, he started back, and the colour forsook his cheek.
"Let us try with our hands first," said Jack. And so saying, he set to work himself to try as he suggested. "One, two, three, four, and two up. Good! Now, Harry, lend a hand here. Come." Harry Girdwood dropped on one knee beside his companion and together they pressed the stone indicated in the singular cypher.
As he spoke, Jefferson shot up to the boat's side, where half a dozen eager hands dragged him in. "Phew!" he said, shaking the water from his face and head, "that beast has cost me my knife and my cutlass." He had sheathed them both in the shark before the ugly beast was done with. The spectators gave him a cheer. "That's sharp work, Jack," said Harry Girdwood. "Sharp, indeed."
But the boys guessed that their sufferings would only give pleasure to their captors, and so they kept their troubles in this particular to themselves. "Tighten your belt," said Harry Girdwood; "squeeze your stomach, Jack, and don't let these wolves see that we are peckish." "Not me." Taking the hint, Jack drew in a reef.
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