“To arrest young Ned Warbeck on the charge of murder.”
“You don’t mean that!”
“I do though; he is innocent of the charge it is true, Ben, but still he must suffer for old Bertram’s murder.”
“Why, you have arrested two on the charge before.”
“True; but old Redgill’s clerk, Mr. Bolton, is innocent. He is out of prison, and Phillip Redgill has broken jail.”
“Broken jail! it’s the first I have heard about it.”
“That may be; but it is true for all that. I have been in the hands of Death-wing and his band all night, and have sworn on my life to have Ned Warbeck hung, in order to save myself; for old Gingles you spoke of turned out to be no other than Death-wing. I lost all my money at cards, and was afterwards entrapped into their den, and swore a solemn oath, to do this, or would have been killed on the spot.”
“But you will not keep your promise now that you are free.”
“I must.”
“Remember your oath,” said a distant voice.