In like manner all the rest were “sandwiched,” as it was called.
Each rope was wound round the bodies of two at least.
And there they hung, to the infinite amusement of their tormentors, writhing and groaning, their own weight drawing down the bells from time to time, and making the most horrible and discordant noises.
Satisfied with this pleasant handiwork, the Skeleton Bell-ringers left the belfry; and the worthy villagers, fighting like cats tied on a clothes line, pulling each other about, and dancing a most painful hornpipe between the ceiling and floor to the inharmonious jangling of the bells, were left all alone in their glory.
CHAPTER XVI.
PHILLIP REDGILL IS FOUND TO BE NOT SO CLEVER AS HE CONSIDERED HIMSELF.
Phillip Redgill next appears on the scene of our story in his father’s offices.
His father was very rich, and had extensive dealings with ships and valuable merchandize in the City of London.
He was a widower of nearly sixty summers, and had no child but Phillip.