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"Nonsense; why shouldn't we make sure of the money if we can?" "Why not?" said Hunston; "if we can, which I doubt." "Harkaway is a most affectionate parent, I know well," said Ymeniz; "I have heard it from a dozen different sources. Once let him know that his son and the other boy are in danger, and he will pay any money for their release." "Well." said Toro, "let us say five hundred pounds."
"Agreed." "And so am I," returned Tomaso, promptly. "Hands up, then, for Toro." Half the hands were uplifted and counted over. "Now for Tomaso." Up went the hands of the other side, and when they came to tell them off, it was discovered that the brigands were equally divided in their choice. "We cannot have two leaders," said the brigand Ymeniz. "No, no."
"Right, Ymeniz," said Toro; "turn and turn about is but fair. Matteo." "Present," returned one of the men, jumping up and saluting with a stiff military action, which told that he had once served in the army. "Relieve guard, and let Ymeniz take your place here." Matteo picked up his musket and marched up to the rocky pass, while the late sentry joined the feast.
"Right, Ymeniz," said Hunston, who had been out scouting for a few hours after the execution of Pike, "although it is to be feared that the blindness which prevents your recognition of a friend and comrade may mislead you as to the real character of an enemy, should one dare to penetrate thus far." The sentry laughed. "Fear nothing on that score, Hunston," he said. "Indeed I do."
"May the others soon follow," said a voice at his elbow. He started. It was Toro. "This is the turn of our luck," said the Italian, exultingly. "I hope so." "I feel it so. The rest of the hated race will soon follow, if we have the least good fortune." "Who is it?" "Where?" "Below; down that crevasse. Look again." "I see; it is Ymeniz." "It is, it is."
Take it," said the other, lifting the paper from the blood- stained breast of the slain Ymeniz, "take it and read for yourself." "Nay, you know I am no scholar; do you read it out to me." In a sonorous voice the brigand read the following document "I, Jack Harkaway, proclaim war to the knife against the murderers of my boys.
"Poor Ymeniz! he has been stabbed in the back." "No; here is the death wound below the heart." "Then he has not been taken by surprise." "Evidently." The two men made their way with all despatch to their camp, carrying the paper with them. The sensation it caused is indescribable when Boulgaris read it aloud to the assembled brigands.
"Five hundred?" "Yes." "Not enough." "How much is five hundred pounds?" demanded Ymeniz. "Twelve thousand, five hundred francs," replied Toro. "Very good, very good; a fair sum." "Is it not?" "How shall we claim it?" This question was put to the assembled council generally, and answered eagerly by Hunston. "Let me do that?" "Very good, Hunston; be yours that task."
It was their comrade Ymeniz, they could see well. "He has fallen down there," said one to the other. "It looks so." Now, strange to relate, that although they said this to each other, they both had misgivings. The body lay in such a strange attitude. However, they soon proceeded to solve the problem, and set all doubts at rest.
"The death of Ymeniz is proof enough. That is no joke." "True!" "Moreover, I for one feel sure that this Englishman Harkaway speaks truly." "How?" "In saying that he gave the ransom." "In full?" "In full." "Why, where, then, do you think it is?" demanded Hunston, with an assumption of boldness, yet trembling as he waited the reply. Boulgaris answered with a single word "Stolen."
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