Then, addressing Colonel Blood in a different tone, he said,
“I have fulfilled my part of the bargain, Colonel, about the thirteen gibbets, and I hope—”
“That I will do mine, eh, Captain Jack? Well, you need not fear; your death warrant shall not be signed yet at all events. But,” casting his eyes on Phillip, he said, “we have been a long, long time in tracing out your villanies, young man, for you are very old in crime. Captain Jack,” he said, pointing to Phillip, “follow me.”
Captain Jack whistled, and, in a moment, three others of his men came in and escorted Phillip to prison.
As he was going out of the tavern door, who should he see standing by, but—
Sir Andrew, who grinned like a fiend, and threw up his hands in Christian horror.
He had not gone far down the street, ere he saw Augustus Fumbleton and Fanny riding out together.
“This is worse than death,” he thought, and struggled hard to get free.
But Captain Jack’s hand, like the grip of a vice, was upon his throat.