“Now,” said Death-wing, “as our new companion here, Phillip Redgill, hasn’t any clear notion of what he will have to do among us, let each of you advance and detail all you have done of late, either by my orders, or according to your own whims, that will give our novice a better idea than all the instructions in the world. Advance in order,” said Death-wing, “and stand at my right hand, so that all may hear and see.”
As he spoke one of the crew advanced, and said, “I threw off my disguise and went to Barnet fair, where I fell in with two of Captain Jack’s band.”
“It is against our rules to ‘work’ with any other band; but go on, let us hear,” said Death-wing.
“We went to a farm-house, and stripped it of everything, and got clear away without being detected.”
“Very good! cleverly done. What then?”
“We were about to divide the spoil, but I drugged their wine and ran off with all the booty.”
“Capital! it serves Captain Jack’s men right. What did the plunder consist of?”
“Silver and gold coin, plate, fine linen, and such like. I brought it all safe away; it is here, stowed in the rendezvous.”
“Is that all?”
“It is.”