“When I ran up to the coachman and threatened to blow his brains out if he stirred, he began to tremble like an ass, much more so, indeed, than the fair one inside, who, all diamond decked, was fair and beautiful.
“Her attendant fainted as I opened the carriage door, but the other one quickly gave up to me all her trinkets and things of value.
“Having secured these, I directed the coachman to drive on along the forest carriage way, for I knew he could not go very far without falling in with Hannah’s tribe of gipsies.”
“So you secured all her property?”
“We did; but did not offer any violence to the trembling one.”
“What became of her?”
“Her coachman slowly drove onwards as I had directed him, and shortly got right into the midst of Hannah’s camp.”
“Strange to say, among the men there assembled at that moment was Lord Rochfort himself, disguised as a gipsy, and he it was who handed the bridal beauty from the carriage, while old Hannah, with outstretched hands, pointed to the girl, saying,
“Now has my prophecy come true?” (See cut in No. 17).
“But what prophecy was it?” Death-wing asked.