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One of 'is 'ounds 'ad, and Squire 'Arkaway would have to be " Well, Dick declared that he would not say what would happen to Mr. Harkaway. The two old gentlemen rode away, each in his own direction, in gloomy silence. Not a word was said by either of them, even to one of his own followers. It was nearly twenty miles to Mr. Harkaway's house, and along the entire twenty miles he rode silent.
He would gladly have risked all that he possessed in the world for the chance of having his boys back. Aye, his boys, for Harry Girdwood was second only in Harkaway's affection to young Jack. But he did not wish to reward the miscreants for ill-treating the unfortunate lads.
He undid the fastenings, and pushing open the door, made way for Harkaway to pass in. "Enter, sir," he said. Harkaway's heart beat high. He pushed open the door entered. "Where are they?" "There." A momentary pause. "There's no one there," said Harkaway, in a tone indicative of powerfully-suppressed emotion.
"Is it possible, Harvey, that you don't know what has occurred?" "No." "You don't know about Marietta?" "No." This decided Mole. "Marietta is here." "Never!" said Dick, in accents of deep mystery. "A fact." "Never! And who the dickens is Marietta when she is at home?" "Mrs. Harkaway's maid, to be sure." Dick burst out laughing at this. "Why, Mr. Mole," he cried, "what a sly old fox you are." Mr.
Ugh!" And he cowered down at Harkaway's feet with averted glance, endeavouring to shut out the fearsome sight. "Take him away," said Harkaway to the men. They advanced and laid hands upon him, but Hunston fought madly with them and clung to Harkaway's knees in desperation. It was his last chance, he felt positive. "Think, Harkaway, think," he cried again and again.
Under any ordinary circumstances he would have felt tolerably easy, for well as he knew what an ugly customer was Jack Harkaway in a tussle, he was also aware that Jack would not take advantage of an enemy's powerless condition, no matter how deep were the wrongs inflicted. The murder of Harkaway's boy, Hunston knew well, was a crime which Harkaway would never look over. His fate was sealed.
The hot water over Harkaway's door, the paint over Harvey's, and the tar over that in which the two boys and Jefferson reposed. A string was attached to each pail, and passed over a pulley, the end being conveyed to a recess where the three watchers were concealed. They were armed. Sunday, Monday, and Petrus each had a six-chambered revolver, loaded.
His eyes flashed fireworks, and he was half stunned for the moment. Harkaway's triumph was but temporary. One of the Greeks, who was watching the conflict between these giants of the combat in great interest, had by now crept up behind Jack, and seizing him suddenly round the middle, hurled him to the ground. "Ha, ha!" yelled Toro. And bounding forward, he fell upon Harkaway, knife in hand.
"No fault of yours, madam, for the girl had been dressing herself in some of Mrs. Harkaway's clothes, and no doubt she looked as much a lady as her mistress." "What then?" demanded Diana. "The police took the matter in hand, and are now searching everywhere for the murderer." "Let them search," said Diana, with a scornful laugh. There was silence for a time; then Diana asked
The voice raised in anger, and whose echo came but feebly to them in their hiding-place, was his. Harkaway's. And thus were these loving hearts parted by a few inches of stone wall. The boys, on the one hand, taking the confused sounds for the murmur of their enemy's voice. And at that very moment Harkaway was nearly distracted to have all his hopes dashed rudely to the ground.
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