"Bah!"
"Such is my experience of him," returned Hunston.
"Nonsense; why shouldn"t we make sure of the money if we can?"
"Why not?" said Hunston; "if we can, which I doubt."
"Harkaway is a most affectionate parent, I know well," said Ymeniz; "I have heard it from a dozen different sources. Once let him know that his son and the other boy are in danger, and he will pay any money for their release."
"Well." said Toro, "let us say five hundred pounds."
"Five hundred?"
"Yes."
"Not enough."
"How much is five hundred pounds?" demanded Ymeniz.
"Twelve thousand, five hundred francs," replied Toro.
"Very good, very good; a fair sum."
"Is it not?"
"How shall we claim it?"
This question was put to the a.s.sembled council generally, and answered eagerly by Hunston.
"Let me do that?"
"Very good, Hunston; be yours that task."
"But remember our old friend Tomaso is still in the power of these cursed English."
Toro paused, and from all the band arose the unanimous cry--
"Tomaso must be rescued or be avenged!"
Hunston addressed himself to the business with considerable interest.
It is not necessary for me to go through the correspondence which took place, nor to dilate upon the ingenious manner in which the letters were delivered by Hunston or his emissaries.
With his wonted shrewdness, he watched for the result of his last threatening letter himself, and after making the most careful observations, he descended to the appointed spot and fetched the letter containing the money.
The five hundred pounds were there, in five Bank of England notes of one hundred each.
"Five hundred pounds," he said, his vicious eyes glistening as he touched the crisp new notes, "five hundred pounds! Heaven, what a sum!"
He looked about him.
He was alone.
Not a soul in sight.
"Why should I share it?" he said; "why should it not all be mine?"
Why indeed?
Because he feared his lawless companions.
Nothing more.
"I"ll take up a hundred, one hundred," he muttered, half aloud, "and this shall serve a double purpose. The four hundred shall remain mine, and the one hundred theirs, But seeing that they can get nothing out of Harkaway, they will be the more easily worked upon, and I shall achieve all I want at one stroke; a n.o.ble notion."
Back he went, and then began a comedy which Hunston went through like a veteran actor, a comedy that was destined to have a tragic finale.
"Toro," said Hunston to the Italian, "to you I may speak as the leader of these brave fellows; also to you, comrades in general, I may talk without fear of my motives being in any way misconstrued."
"Speak on."
"Here is the reply of the cold-blooded Englishman Harkaway to my demand for ransom, and you are all my witness that I did not exact a very unreasonable sum."
"No, no."
"What says he?"
"He sends this," returned Hunston, holding up a single hundred pound note: "one hundred pounds--two thousand, five hundred francs--in a word, one-fifth of the sum we demanded, and with it a letter."
A murmur of indignation followed.
"What does the letter say?" they demanded.
"He defies us; he offers this sum, but says that if the boys are not released before sunrise, he will come and fetch them."
"Let him come."
"So say I; but what shall be done with the boys meanwhile ?"
A momentary silence followed; then came the deep stern words--
"Let them die."
This speaker was Toro.
The Italian"s words were eagerly caught up.
"Aye, let them die; but when?"