Having despatched a couple of messengers with the body and letter, they sat down with sorrowful hearts and small appetites to their evening meal.
CHAPTER XVIII.
HUNSTON IN THE CAMP AGAIN—RETROSPECTION—A DEVILISH PLOT—DARK
CLOUDS GATHER OVER THE HARKAWAYS.
"Who goes there?"
"A friend."
"The word?"
"Mathias."
"Stand; advance a step, and I fire. Ha! I see you now. I did not recognise your voice, Hunston."
"I thought not; but why all this precaution?"