CHAPTER LII.
THE RED MAN OF THE GIBBET TELLS HIS STORY—WHO FOUNDED THE SKELETON CREW, AND HOW—THE RIVALS.
“Who speaks of the Red Man of the Gibbet?” said a sepulchral voice, just as Death-wing had finished his story.
All turned round, and saw entering at the door a most alarming figure.
Whether it was human or otherwise, no one could tell.
Suffice it to say that Redgill sank into his chair again in amazement.
The Skeleton Crew made away for the new-comer, who, advancing to the head of the table, stood and looked fixedly at Death-wing.
The unknown object was clothed in a loose, red cloak.
His face was fleshless, and his grisly hair stood bolt upright, and was grey.