At the same moment they all fell back in fear as a shriek of mortal agony was borne along the wind and resounded throughout the old building.
“Oh, God!” cried the old man, “I fear the brave boy is slain.”
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“THE MIDNIGHT DANCE OF THE SKELETON CREW.”
Sword in hand Wildfire Ned dashed after the dreadful apparition, and well nigh overtook him as he ran along with wild fantastic leaps towards a densely-wooded copse.
It was at this moment, when, finding himself pursued, that the Red Man of the Gibbet gave that wild cry which so much alarmed Sir Richard Warbeck and his servants.