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They were resolved.
It was put to the vote, and the result was easily foreseen.
Death.
Death by a majority of voices as of ten to one.
"Death at the gibbet," exclaimed Hunston, triumphantly.
"Aye, aye."
"Nay," cried the girl, with superhuman energy, "these two poor boys have shown themselves better men than most here present. See how they bear their fate. Be men, then, and if they must die, let them die like soldiers."
An animated discussion ensued on this, and finally it was agreed that the hapless boys should die next morning with the traitor Lirico.
CHAPTER XXIV.
QUALMS--THE EVE OF THE END--A SAD VIGIL
Hunston did not close his eyes throughout the night.
The words of Boulgaris rang in his ear like a knell.
Lirico was to die for concealing a part of the spoil which he had made.
What of the four hundred pounds which he, Hunston, had kept back out of the sum fixed upon for the ransom of the two boys, and which Harkaway had deposited in the spot agreed upon?
He knew the desperate men he had cast his lot with far too well to suppose for a moment that there could be any hope for him did they chance to discover his secret. Would they?
The bare possibility of it made him shudder.
His hand nervously sought the hidden notes, which were concealed in his chest, and the faintest rustle of the crisp new paper caused his cheek to pale.
Once he dozed off, but barely were his eyes closed ere he was troubled by dreams that caused him to toss about and moan as if in great bodily pain, and when he awoke, he, dared not try to sleep again, so he arose and went to look at prisoners.
The two unfortunate boys were awake, and talking to the now disconsolate author of all their troubles, the disguised girl whom they had lost themselves in saving.
"Hullo, madam," exclaimed Hunston, brutally, "what do you do here, talking with the condemned brats."
"I am seeking to comfort them," replied the girl; "to prepare them for the butchers."
"Butchers? Humph!"
"I mean you and those who are persuaded by you."
"No matter; you had better leave them now to themselves."
"At whose command?" demanded the woman, drawing herself up proudly.
"At mine," returned Hunston, who was fast losing his temper.
"What, you dare!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the girl, with flas.h.i.+ng eyes.
"Dare!" laughed Hunston. "Will you go away and leave the boys alone, or must I carry you away?"
The girl's colour forsook her cheek, and she drew nearer to Hunston, and the latter, startled at her expression, drew back.
"These unhappy boys are doomed to die at daybreak," she said, "but if you stay a moment longer to molest me or annoy them, I will summon the men and tell them that you would insult me and murder them."
"It is false."
"I know it," replied the woman, fiercely, "but do you suppose I would hesitate at that? And what would your life be worth?--what, I ask? Why, they would wait for no explanation; your presence here would be sufficient; they would tear you asunder. Begone, craven blackheart.
Go."
Hunston muttered something indistinctly, but he bent his head before the storm of this fierce woman's wrath and slunk away.
She turned to the boys.
"My poor fellows," she said, tenderly, her manner changing as if by magic, "my unfortunate, brave lads, what can I do for you?"
"You have earned our grat.i.tude," returned Harry Girdwood, "by the whipping you gave that cur."
"Indeed you have," chimed in young Jack, with warmth.
"How like a beaten hound he looked," said the woman. "But how can I ever hope to be forgiven by you?"
"We have nothing to forgive."
"Aye, but you have; you have saved my life and I take yours."
"Not you."
"I am the cause of it indirectly."
"Perhaps; but at any rate the innocent cause."
The girl's distress at this was painful to witness.
She had conceived a great affection for the two boys, her youthful preservers, and she could not tell them how far she was guilty.
She dare not avow that she had started out upon that risky trip to sea with the intention of simulating the peril which afterwards became too real, and so decoying the two boys as she had done.
No; she dare not avow this.
She had soon repented of her share in that black business.