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"You know the spot that the boys christened the fig-tree grove." "I do." Hardy, or Harpy, he pretended would be passing through the fig-tree grove this evening, with money, on a journey of some importance. As this Hardy or Harpy is a dangerous person, the brigands, on Harvey's advice, are to send six of their best men on the business." Harkaway's eyes twinkled again at this.
But I should not send the money first. They would have to send the boys here first." "They might doubt you." "Why, yes. But Hunston and Toro are with them, and they know that Jack Harkaway's word is his bond, no matter with whom he is dealing, let them be the veriest scum on the face of the earth." "Which they are." "Which they are, as you say." "Very good," said Jefferson.
We'll glut ourselves with it; a feast of vengeance we'll have." "We will, we will!" shouted the brigands, as though with one single voice. "These English and these Americans shall die." "They shall!" "We'll exterminate them, root and branch." "Aye, aye." "Firstly, these Harkaways shall fall, then " "They die." "Does Mathias owe his death to Harkaway's band?" demanded Hunston.
"Yes, poor boys," said Boulgaris. "Poor boys," echoed Martin in surprise, "poor boys." "Yes, I see no reason for butchering two children, for they were little more." The new brigand eyed the speaker rather curiously. "Have you any pity to spare for Harkaway's boy?" "And why not?" said Boulgaris.
The sun set, and darkness began to gather rapidly when she went out, and after going a little way down the street, returned, and sought the side door of Harkaway's house. She turned the handle softly and entered. There was no one in the kitchen where she found herself, but the subdued noise of knives and forks in another apartment convinced her that they were at dinner or some other meal.
She eyed the panting girl with suspicion, as Theodora leant for support by the door, while her left hand clasped her beating heart. The tragic events of the past few weeks, and the murder of Marietta in Mrs. Harkaway's bedchamber, had led them to distrust every body and every thing. "I must see him," gasped Theodora. "Impossible," returned the girl curtly; "call to-morrow in the afternoon."
Lirico was barely cold in his grave for an offence which, beside that of Hunston's, was a mere paltry pilfering. The secret was in great danger now. What should he do? What would be better than to cast doubt and derision upon Harkaway's dark menaces.
As he sat there, the sentinel remained motionless, leaning on his carbine and peering over the edge of the precipice. Presently Diana, the widow of Mathias, came up the rock, and Hunston rose to greet her. "Your husband is to a certain extent avenged," said he. "How?" "Harkaway's boy is in our power," "That is something, at all events.
If he'd stand on his head on the cashier's desk, the cashier would laugh first, and then, to get rid of him, would suggest that he go into the dining-room and play with the headwaiter; and when he upset the contents of his bait-box in Mrs. Harkaway's lap, she interfered when I scolded him, and said she liked it. What can you do when people talk that way?"
If your white-livered fears had not blinded your judgment, you would have known that your life is safe here." Hunston raised his head slowly. He gazed about him with the same vacant look, utterly Unable to realise the meaning of Harkaway's words. "You jest," he faltered. "We are not butchers," said Jefferson, sternly.
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