By this time the strands were so weakened that Brand was obliged to haul the rope up, to prevent its parting, and secure another turn around the rocky spur.
Then Harry, grasping the lower part, commenced to descend. He had got within about one hundred and twenty feet of the ground and within a few feet of the top of one of the trees, when from the branches, the captain, whose position afforded him a good view of the trees revealed in the volcano's lurid light, uttered a sudden wild cry, that rang above the din of the roaring fire.
Protruding from the foliage of the tree, towards which Harry was being lowered, the man beheld the long, lean neck and ghastly countenance of the apparition he so dreaded.
So great was the effect of this vision upon him that he let go the rope which descended swift as a shot.
Where now was Harry Glenville?
[CHAPTER XII.]
CAPTURED.
Mary, shrieking, peered far over the edge of the rock, vainly looking for her lover.
"Killed! killed!" she wailed, wringing her hands. "My God, he is dashed to pieces on the ground, by your letting go of the rope!"
"I?" exclaimed the captain, looking wild and half bewildered.