COLONEL BLOOD MEETS WITH DISAPPOINTMENT.
But, although Wildfire Ned, as narrated in a previous chapter, made a vow never to rest until he had captured or destroyed all who belonged to Captain Jack’s band and the Skeleton Crew, he did not succeed so well with Death-wing’s followers as he could have wished.
During the night of the terrible commotion and desperate encounter at the Block-House, that part of the town was thrown into a fearful state of commotion.
Excited citizens rushed to and fro in all directions.
Colonel Blood, himself, was one of the first who was informed of the whole transaction.
For the second time that night he pushed off to the royal palace, and asked for the assistance of the military.
Two companies were entrusted to him, and he marched to the scene of conflict as speedily as possible.
When he got there, however, the Block-House was nought but a blazing mass of ruins.
When informed that it contained most, if not all, of the property and valuables which had been stolen from his own house, he fumed and raved like one half demented.
But what else could be done?