"You need not threaten me, Tony," said the woman, endeavouring to assume an insinuating tone; but the dark scowl with which the Resurrection Man surveyed her as she thus addressed him, instantly checked that partial overture towards reconciliation and confidence.
"None of that nonsense with me, Meg," whispered Tidkins; "it has deceived me before. But I warn you! So now jump up and lead the way to the king's room."
The Resurrection Man rose from his kneeling posture over the bed, which, as our readers have been already informed, was made up on the floor; and Margaret Flathers got up.
"Shall I dress myself?" she said.
"What for? You don't think that you're going away with me—do you? No, no; I shall leave you in the excellent company which you have chosen for yourself, and with your friend Skilligalee."
The Rattlesnake made no reply; but she marvelled how the Resurrection Man became acquainted with so many particulars concerning her companions.
"Take the light, and go first," said the Resurrection Man; and, pulling off his heavy shoes, he prepared to follow her.
Margaret Flathers took the candle in her hand, and led the way cautiously to the room in which Zingary and Morcar slept.
The door was a-jar—and she entered, followed by the Resurrection Man.
The king and Morcar were fast asleep in their beds, which were also spread on the floor.