He resolved to make the best of this circumstance, as it could not now be altered.
A few days after leaving the Spanish coast they put into one of the Mediterranean ports, and there heard that young Jack and his friends had gone on to Turkey.
"I'll follow them!" exclaimed Murray. "I can do as I like now the governor's gone and I've plenty of tin, so look out for yourself, Jack Harkaway."
Murray's ship was delayed by adverse weather, but at length reached port, and Herbert had scarcely put foot on shore, when he beheld young Jack, the object of his deadly hate, walking coolly down the street smoking a cigar.
This so enraged Murray that he hastened to disguise himself in Oriental attire, and then made the attempt on Jack's life which we have related.
That same night a man was found dead on the threshold of the house in which Jack Harkaway and his friends resided.
How he had died no one could imagine, for he had not a scratch on his body.
Yet, stay.
There was a scratch.