"Take him away."
Hunston gave a loud yell of despair, and gazed around him.
Again his glance was riveted by the sight of the two boys standing in the same attitude, and then horror-stricken, appalled, he sank upon the ground all of a heap and half fainting.
A miserable, a piteous object indeed.
* * * * *
"Hunston," said Harkaway, after a few minutes' pause, "you bade me think. It is my turn to bid you think. If your white-livered fears had not blinded your judgment, you would have known that your life is safe here."
Hunston raised his head slowly.
He gazed about him with the same vacant look, utterly Unable to realise the meaning of Harkaway's words.
"You jest," he faltered.
"We are not butchers," said Jefferson, sternly.