He knew the desperate men he had cast his lot with far too well to suppose for a moment that there could be any hope for him did they chance to discover his secret. Would they?
The bare possibility of it made him shudder.
His hand nervously sought the hidden notes, which were concealed in his chest, and the faintest rustle of the crisp new paper caused his cheek to pale.
Once he dozed off, but barely were his eyes closed ere he was troubled by dreams that caused him to toss about and moan as if in great bodily pain, and when he awoke, he, dared not try to sleep again, so he arose and went to look at prisoners.
The two unfortunate boys were awake, and talking to the now disconsolate author of all their troubles, the disguised girl whom they had lost themselves in saving.
"Hullo, madam," exclaimed Hunston, brutally, "what do you do here, talking with the condemned brats."
"I am seeking to comfort them," replied the girl; "to prepare them for the butchers."
"Butchers? Humph!"
"I mean you and those who are persuaded by you."
"No matter; you had better leave them now to themselves."