He let it rest there for a few moments, and then snatched it away.
“What are you going to do?” whispered the buccaneer.
“Obey orders,” said Bart relapsing, as it were, to his former manner.
“No; stay. I have only you to trust.”
“And you’ll leave me now along of him?”
“Without a feeling of dread, Bart; because the temptation would come in vain.”
“Are we all mad!” said Bart, softly, as he stood listening to the retiring footsteps; and then he sank down upon the stones, with his back to the wall, and the light shining upon his rugged head.