"And I," added Jerry Juniper, "for another."
"See 'em fairly spliced first," replied the Magus; "that's vot I betted."
"Vell, vell, a few minutes will settle that. Come, pals, to the autem ken. Avay. Mind and obey orders."
"Ay, ay," answered the crew.
"Here's a torch for the altar of Hymen," said the knight, flashing his torch in the eyes of the patrico as he passed him.
"For the halter of Haman, you might say," returned Balthazar, sulkily. "It's well if some of us don't swing for it."
"You don't say," rejoined the perplexed Magus, "swing! Egad I fear it's a ticklish business. But there's no fighting shy, I fear, with Barbara present; and then there's that infernal autem-bawler; it will be so cursedly regular. If you had done the job, Balty, it would not have signified a brass farden. Luckily there will be no vitnesses to snitch upon us. There will be no one in the vault besides ourselves."
"There will be a silent and a solemn witness," returned Balthazar, "and one whom you expect not."
"Eh! Vot's that you say? a spy?"
But the patrico was gone.