Even while saying this, Denys had whipped a piece of string round the dead man's neck, and tied him to the chair, and there the ghastly figure sat fronting the door.
“Denys, I can do better. Saints forgive me!”
“What? Be quick then, we have not many moments.”
And Denys got his crossbow ready, and tearing off his straw mattress, reared it before him and prepared to shoot the moment the door should open, for he had no hope any more would come singly, when they found the first did not return.
While thus employed, Gerard was busy about the seated corpse, and to his amazement Denys saw a luminous glow spreading rapidly over the white face.
Gerard blew out the candle; and on this the corpse's face shone still more like a glowworm's head.
Denys shook in his shoes, and his teeth chattered.
“What, in Heaven's name, is this?” he whispered.
“Hush! 'tis but phosphorus, but 'twill serve.”
“Away! they will surprise thee.”