Ned threw a rope out of window as if about to escape.
This was noticed by those below, who hailed Ned’s appearance at the window with derisive cheers as they brandished their weapons, and flung about their long white arms in a ghostly dance.
“The fire is doing its work,” said Death-wing, in high glee. “We’ll have revenge on the publican, he has always been an enemy of our crew, and a friend to Garnet. Look out, they will be burnt out like rats in less than five minutes. Stand by, every one of you, ready to receive them as they jump out of the window. Let them fall on the points of your sword.”
When least they expected it, however, the powder exploded!
The earth about ten yards in front of the main doorway suddenly upheaved.
An awful rush of fire succeeded.
Many of the skeletons were blown into the air.
This concussion was very great, and for a moment the house trembled as if it would crumble into dust.
It did not, however.
All in the house who had not laid themselves down on their faces were thrown off their legs.