“For two thousand, then,” he said, hoarsely, “’tis done.”
“Thank you, my good Simon. Thank you, and all this for turning your back.”
There was a double meaning in the words, and Ferdinando shuddered at thought of it.
“We will go now and give orders to the mate,” said St. Magil—“together.”
CHAPTER IV
“Whose eyes being turned to steel
Will sooner sparkle fire
Than shed a tear.”