“To the palace, Bob,” said Ned, jumping into the carriage again.
“Where?” asked the old knight, in wonder. “Bent on some other mad freak to-night? Stop! stop! Ned; here, stop!”
But before he could be heard Bob Bertram lashed up the horses, and drove rapidly towards the palace.
A DEATH-BED CURSE.—(See No. 24.)
On their way they overtook a procession of linkmen, who were slowly moving along towards the hospital.
On a shutter they bore the bleeding body of an almost lifeless man.
“Who is that?” asked Ned, as he passed them by.
“A man that young Warbeck fought a duel with.”
“He is not dead, you say?”