The figure advancing, stalked into the room and stood motionless at the further end.
It seemed to be about seven feet in height and was clothed in a loose red robe, which came to its heels and concealed the feet.
The head-dress was composed of a large steel cap which covered the whole face.
A thick chain encircled the body and hung to the ground.
“Advance not an inch further,” exclaimed Ned bravely, “or I will kill you dead on the spot.”
“I too,” said Tim, resolved not to be behind-hand, “we will drive two bullets through your gizzard if you’ll not be off,” said Tim, bravely.
These threats had not the desired effect.
The figure began to march towards them as if regardless of their presence.
Tim and young Warbeck fired at once.
At the report of the fire-arms, the figure stopped once more, and, by a significant nod of the head, invited Ned to come towards him.