Life was not yet quite extinct.
Again he screamed out—
“The legs—the phantom legs are here once more—away, away!”
A voice at that same moment was heard to say in awful sepulchral tones,
“Phillip Redgill, I will follow you for ever!” Phillip Redgill rose to his feet like one again raised to life—uttered a terrible scream, and—fell dead, foaming blood!
CHAPTER LXV.
DESTRUCTION OF THE SKELETON CREW BY YOUNG LORD WARBECK.
“Well,” said Ned Warbeck, when he had left the condemned cell, in which he had had his interview with Captain Jack and old Bates. “Well,” said he, in astonishment, “wonders never cease.”
“Just to fancy,” said Garnet, “that these scoundrels, with the advice and consent of Phillip Redgill, should for years past have been seeking your disgrace and destruction.”