“They were not gentlemen at all,” answered the gipsy chief.
“Who, then, pray?”
“One was a spy in the pay of Colonel Blood.”
“Colonel Blood?” said Ellen, with a shudder.
“You know him, then? Ha! ha!” laughed the tall vagabond.
“No—yes, that is, I have heard of him, my good man. And who was the other?”
“A stranger.”
“And which fell?”
“The stranger was killed.”
“Oh, horrible! horrible!” said Ellen, aghast. “And know you not his name?”