“You lie, landlord; you had, if you have not now. Open, I say, once more.”
“Your warrant, sir.”
“My name is sufficient, old dolt.”
“And what is it, I beg you?”
“Colonel Blood!”
Directly Jack and Bates heard this ominous name, they dashed out of the room just as the impatient soldiers were bursting open the heavy, oaken door.
“Fly,” said Jack, dashing out into the back yard, “fly for your life, Bates, ’tis the colonel himself; fly, fly!”
CHAPTER L.
IN WHICH THE SKELETON CREW ARE VERY BUSY, AND MAKE A RICH HAUL OF PLUNDER, LED ON BY DEATH-WING AND PHILLIP REDGILL.