"No, no, no; he is full of forgiveness, I know."
"But not for crimes like yours."
"He could not pardon you, even if he would."
"Why not?" demanded Hunston, quickly.
"Because the crew would drag you piecemeal. No, no, no, Hunston; your fate is sealed. The rope is ready—the noose is waiting for you. In torment and in suffering you shall die the death of a rabid cur, the death of a loathsome reptile, of a poisonous thing of which it is true humanity to rid the earth."
He could hear no more.
With a moan of incalculable terror he dived under the bedclothes to shut out the fearful vision.
When he ventured forth again, they were gone.
Vanished!
They had returned as noiselessly as they had come.