“Why?”
“Because I hate to send to his death a brave man who has not injured me.”
“His murder is uncalled for.”
“No; if he is dead he cannot interfere with my plans.”
“If you have Burt Cromwell harmed, you will regret it,” said Barry.
“Give over your croaking; my decision is made—it is final.”
And thus the heathen priest pronounced against Burt Cromwell.
In the cellar of that same house was one in whom we are interested—Henry Stolburst. His wounded head had been poulticed by Ashah, but the poor fellow continued to suffer the most exquisite pain.
Henry Stolburst did not know he was in a cellar. The floor was carpeted, and red curtains were so hung as to form a room.
Both his feet and hands were unbound, but either Deth or Ashah constantly guarded him. The latter never exchanged a word with the hapless prisoner.