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"That's very well," said Harkaway, "but where can you get one in these parts?" "That's it," chimed in Harvey; "as Mrs. Glasse says, first catch your hair, eh, Mr. Mole?" Mole winced. "It's not always easy to catch it, is it, Mr. Mole?" said Harry Girdwood, slyly. "Not if it flies too high," said young Jack. This chaff goaded poor old Mole to fury, coming as it did from the boys.
A plan of operations had been agreed upon that was quite certain; for Toro, without the least hesitation, proceeded to Jefferson's door, the Greek placing himself outside Harvey's apartment, while Hunston stationed himself at the room occupied by Harkaway. Then they waited for a signal, evidently intending to rush in simultaneously. "Now!" said Hunston, in a loud whisper. "Now!" echoed Petrus.
Again his glance was riveted by the sight of the two boys standing in the same attitude, and then horror-stricken, appalled, he sank upon the ground all of a heap and half fainting. A miserable, a piteous object indeed. "Hunston," said Harkaway, after a few minutes' pause, "you bade me think. It is my turn to bid you think.
And when I came away, it was with pockets full of cigars and money to stand treat to you all round." "What a splendid fellow this Monsieur Harkaway is." "Aye, that he is." And amidst these words of praise Hunston slunk away, gnashing his teeth in rage and bitterness. "Hang him!" he muttered; "his old brag and ostentation have caught these fools! I wonder where his vessel is?
The five, too, large-hearted though they were, had the two girls to look after. Amongst the latest comers upon the bandits' side was one man who was a petty officer of the brigands, and he gave a few hurried commands, which had the effect of putting Harkaway and his friends into a very awkward predicament. "Load and fire," said the brigand, "Shoot them all down."
"If we can but spirit little Emily away to the mountains," said Hunston to himself, "I shall be able to repay them for all I have suffered. Nay, more, I shall be able to satisfy the greed of Mathias and the band, by making the accursed Harkaway disgorge some of his enormous wealth." A hand was placed upon his shoulder. "Hah!" "It is I," said a voice in his ear.
"And you know it is impossible," he said. "It is not." "Not impossible!" ejaculated Harkaway. "Know you what you say?" "Perfectly." "Girl, girl," cried Harkaway, passionately, "the grave can not give back its dead." "It does it has." Harkaway gasped for breath. She was about to speak on, when the ghastly pallor of his countenance and its wild, haggard expression frightened her.
Then each pack was got together, almost on the same ground, and it was necessary that something should be done. Mr. Harkaway waited to see whether Mr. Fairlawn would ride away quickly to his own country. He would not have spoken to Mr. Fairlawn if he could have helped it. Mr. Fairlawn was some miles away from his country. He must have given up the day for lost had he simply gone away.
Now young Harkaway soon lost patience, and speaking contemptuously of their find, he proposed pitching it through the grated window into the sea. "Not I," said Harry; "there's some thing here which it will amuse me to puzzle out." "If you like to kill time that way, Harry," answered young Jack, laughing, "no harm; there's plenty of time to kill in this dreadful dungeon."
"All right, Basalt," said Harkaway; "only look sharp after the young gentlemen; you know what boys they are to get into mischief." "All right, your honour; trust me." "I do, Joe Basalt," responded Harkaway; "I do, for I know that there was never a straighter or truer man ever trod a deck than you are." "Come, I say, your honour," remonstrated Joe Basalt, modestly, "draw it mild."
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