The light was all reflected upon a young, handsome face which he knew but too well—so real, so vivid, so lifelike.
The face, too, with the deathly hue of the grave upon it.
It was young Jack's face, but looking to Hunston's frightened eyes pale as death.
Hunston stared; his optics dilated and appeared ready to start from their sockets.
He gasped, made an effort to articulate, and then his senses forsook him, and he became unconscious.
CHAPTER XL.
HUNSTON'S PERIL—BLACK VISIONS—A DREAM OF VENGEANCE—AN
UNKNOWN DANGER TO THE "WESTWARD HO!"
An explanation of the foregoing is scarcely necessary, we believe.
You bear in mind, of course, that Hunston was utterly ignorant of the miraculous escape of his destined victims—young Jack and Harry Girdwood.