"As a Christian should be buried, sir."
"And a prayer was said?"
"Yes, sir."
Kanoffskie vented a sigh of relief, but he was a frightened and an altered man.
He was pale and trembling, and he glared wildly about, as though expecting to see the ghosts of his victims, or the real return of Batavsky to drag him down, as he had done in that awful dream.
"Have you any further orders, sir?"
"No; but stay–come to me again just before dark–I may want you," said Kanoffskie, hesitatingly.
"Very well," replied Barnwell, bowing himself from the room.
He understood very well that the iron had entered the tyrant's heart, and he resolved to work upon it.
That terrible dream was not all for nothing, even though he did not believe in dreams, and the young American made up his mind to humor the man, and see what would come of it in the future.