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Vain, indeed, for the sight possessed a horrible fascination for him, which no pen can describe. "Down, and beg for mercy," said young Jack, solemnly. "On your knees, wretch!" added Harry Girdwood. "Hah!" The two boys pointed together to the feet of Harkaway senior. The condemned man caught at their meaning at once.
Diana opened it, and found that it was a milliner's bill against Mrs. Harkaway. "For making a pearl-grey silk dress, etc., etc." To hide herself was Diana's next move. Clutching her sharp dagger firmly in her hand, the vengeful woman concealed herself behind some tapestry and waited. Nor had she long to wait. A light foot was heard without.
His heart was too full for speech, but whilst they were thus engaged engrossed by their own happiness a deep sound was heard. A dismal, moaning sound. A bell that sounded like a distant funeral knell. What was it? Harkaway started up at the mournful sound. "Hark!" he exclaimed. "Do you hear that?" "Yes." "What is it?" "An execution." "Where?" "At the prison." "Of whom?" "The brigands."
"If we were to attack them in force," he said, "it would be imprudent upon every hand. In the first place they would have the advantage of us, of course, in a mountain skirmish." "I don't know that they would get the best of it," said Harvey. "Nor I," said Jefferson. "We can do nothing at present as far as I can see," said Harkaway. "Only wait." "To what end?"
"I feel that I am going off the hooks," he would mutter to himself, grimly, from time to time. "I shall put my old enemy Jack Harkaway to the trouble of burying me after all. "Well, one good turn deserves another. I buried his brat, he shall bury me. Only he won't get as much for doing for me as I did for his son." He little dreamt that both young Jack and Harry Girdwood were upon that ship.
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.
Jack Harkaway, Harvey, and Jefferson, together, being his judges, the latter places were suddenly taken by three visitors from the other world. These were Harry Girdwood, young Jack, and oh, horror! Robert Emmerson, his murdered friend. His three visitors.
"Her narrative is quite correct, with this little exception it was not Mrs. Harkaway who was killed." Diana turned pale, and uttering a wail of disappointment, sat down. Hunston, after venting a few fearful imprecations, said "Then I hope and trust it may have been the wife of that confounded Harvey."
While they were in the dead-house upon the terrace, a stirring scene was being enacted in the cell in the tower above, which they had only lately vacated. In fact, Jack Harkaway the elder had only just entered the cell with Sebastian as they found themselves upon the terrace. "Where are we now?"
Amongst those seven were two men that it was no small gratification to the Harkaway party to see once more in their power. These two men were Hunston and Toro the Italian. Sunday stood over the latter, leathering into his half insensible carcase in a way that threatened to cover it with bruises; and at every blow he had something fresh to say.
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