"Never!" retorted Hunston.
"To-morrow will show you."
"What?" cried Hunston, in feverish eagerness, while he dreaded to hear.
"Your fate."
"It is false."
"The rope is ready—the noose is run. You shall die a dog's death."
"And you shall die hard," added Harry Girdwood.
A groan, more fearful than any which had preceded, burst from the guilty wretch.
"But Harkaway will be merciful."
"As you were."