A thrill of horror ran through his whole frame.
Death-wing, with a loud shout of triumph, cried out,—
“Victory! victory! Ned Warbeck is our prisoner!”
“Liar!” Ned growled, and with a mighty effort released himself from Death-wing’s grasp.
They now stood face to face.
That moment to each was momentous in the extreme.
Each one was nerving himself up for the final struggle.
Loud shouts now burst out upon Ned’s delighted ears.
With an irresistible rush, cutlass in hand, Lieutenant Garnet, with a brave band of blue jackets, dashed upon the scene.
With a wild, joyous shout, such as British tars alone know how to give, Garnet’s men pressed their way into the thickest of the fight.