CHAPTER XXIV.
CONCLUSION.
Once more, dear reader, let us go back to the Devil’s Tarn.
It is night, but the moon is flooding the hill, wood and valley with its light.
Within its light, on the banks of a stream at the verge of the roaring falls, a man is standing, ever and anon glancing impatiently around him.
It is Duval Dungarvon, the robber-captain, and who is he there to meet?
The bushes part near him and a man stands before him.
It is Blufe Brandon, the renegade, and he is to meet Duval Dungarvon.
“Well, you’ve got along at last, have you?” asked Dungarvon, as the chief approached him. “I received your message and came at once to meet you, and here I’ve been waiting for an hour; but have you any news from the girl?”
“I am sorry, Duval, that I wasn’t here at the appointed hour, but the fact is, I’ve been scarcely able to walk for several days; and the girl—well, I’ll tell you soon.”