“What want ye here, at this hour of the night?”
“Open wide the door,” said a chorus of Skeletons.
“Stand back,” said young Walton, as he drew his sword, and flourished it; “the first of ye that stirs shall perish!”
A coarse laugh was the only response.
In a second Death-wing, with a heavy blow, knocked young Walton senseless to the floor.
The old butler fell flat upon his face with horror in the entrance hall.
Before they entered the Skeleton Crew threw their torches in a heap upon the ground, and walked boldly into the hall.
Some few of them remained behind to mind the horses.
All was now darkness.
On the first landing Death-wing halted, and directed his men to enter the rooms to the right and left.