"Go on, go on."
"You alarm me."
"Speak, in mercy's sake," implored Harkaway; "this suspense is ten thousand times worse than all the good or bad news which you could bring me—are you fooling me?" he added springing up and seizing his pistols.
"No."
"Speak on then."
"Your son Jack—"
"Yes, yes; my boy—my own darling brave lad—what of him?"
The girl suddenly turned pale. "Hark," she said, "I think I hear footsteps outside; quick! to the window; I think we are watched," and the girl sank in terror at Jack's feet.
Harkaway, with one bound, sprang to the window, pistol in hand, ready for use.
But it was a false alarm; and, having satisfied himself that there were no eavesdroppers, Harkaway returned to his seat, and the girl resumed—