‘At that same moment Lord Edward’s ears were startled by the distant tolling of the convent bell.
“‘Listen,’ said the grim chief; ‘listen to the funeral knell of her you loved.’
“‘Leoline?’ gasped Lord Edward.
“‘Yes, Leoline is no more.’
“‘I cannot, I will not believe it.’
“‘’Tis true, her spirit has left earth, and with it thy only protector, Lord of Warbeck.’
“These words were scarcely uttered, when the Skeleton Band were in turn struck with awe.
“There, in the midst of them stood the spirit form of Leoline, who, in white robes, as light as air, held her hand aloft, and pronounced a solemn malediction on those who would have injured the gallant knight.
“‘Begone, spirits of evil—vanish to the utmost corners of the earth; but never, while heaven hath a protecting arm, can the Red Man of the Gibbet harm or injure the noble race of Warbeck.’
“Such was the potency of the spirit presence that the Skeletons vanished; yet, since that day, and since that solemn hour, have the Skeleton Crew and the Warbecks been at deadly feud; and never,” said the Red Man, “until the last of the race shall have succumbed to my awful power will I rest in peace in my gibbet chains.”