By this time Harkaway the elder and Jefferson began of course to see what they were driving at, and they became just as much interested as the wizard himself in what young Jack was going to say.
"What follows," said young Jack, "is too dreadful to look at."
"Speak," said Dick, with a furious pass across the lad's face. "Speak, I command you. What follows?"
"I see the wizard hanging by the neck—there," and young Jack pointed straight before him.
The necromancer looked as unhappy as possible when he heard young Jack's words.
"Do you know enough," asked Dick Harvey, "or would you learn more yet?"
The wizard essayed to smile, but it was a sickly attempt, and it died away in a ghastly manner.
"I can not believe a word of what you say, but still let him speak on."
Dick frowned.
"If you are a scoffer," he said, sternly, "my clairvoyant will not speak."