"About it, then; you shall have more gold."
"I will about it," cried Jack, throwing the casket to Wilder, and seizing Lady Rookwood"s hands. "I am no Italian bravo, madam--no a.s.sa.s.sin--no remorseless cut-throat. What are you--devil or woman--who ask me to do this? Luke Bradley, I say."
"Would you betray me?" cried Lady Rookwood.
"You have betrayed yourself, madam. Nay, nay, Luke, hands off. See, Lady Rookwood, how you would treat a friend. This strange fellow would blow out my brains for laying a finger upon your ladyship."
"I will suffer no injury to be done to her," said Luke; "release her."
"Your ladyship hears him," said Jack. "And you, Luke, shall learn the value set upon your generosity. You will not have _her_ injured. This instant she has proposed, nay, paid for _your_ a.s.sa.s.sination."
"How?" exclaimed Luke, recoiling.
"A lie, as black as h.e.l.l," cried Lady Rookwood.
"A truth, as clear as heaven," retained Jack. "I will speedily convince you of the fact." Then, turning to Lady Rookwood, he whispered, "Shall I give him the marriage doc.u.ment?"
"Beware!" said Lady Rookwood.
"Do I avouch the truth, then?"
She was silent.
"I am answered," said Luke.
"Then leave her to her fate," cried Jack.
"No," replied Luke; "she is still a woman, and I will not abandon her to ruffianly violence. Set her free."
"You are a fool," said Jack.
"Hurrah, hurrah!" vociferated Coates, who had rushed to the window.
"Rescue, rescue! they are returning from the church; I see the torchlight in the avenue; we are saved!"
"h.e.l.l and the devil!" cried Jack; "not an instant is to be lost. Alive, lads; bring off all the plunder you can; be handy!"
"Lady Rookwood, I bid you farewell," said Luke, in a tone in which scorn and sorrow were blended. "We shall meet again."
"We have not parted yet," returned she; "will you let this man pa.s.s? A thousand pounds for his life."
"Upon the nail?" asked Rust.
"By the living G.o.d, if any of you attempt to touch him, I will blow his brains out upon the spot, be he friend or foe," cried Jack. "Luke Bradley, _we_ shall meet again. You shall hear from me."
"Lady Rookwood," said Luke, as he departed, "I shall not forget this night."
"Is all ready?" asked Palmer of his comrades.
"All."
"Then budge."
"Stay!" cried Lady Rookwood, in a whisper to him. "What will purchase that doc.u.ment?"
"Hem!"
"A thousand pounds?"
"Double it."
"It _shall_ be doubled."
"I will turn it over."
"Resolve me now."
"You shall hear from me."
"In what manner?"
"I will find speedy means."
"Your name is Palmer?"
"Palmer is the name he goes by, your ladyship," replied Coates, "but it is the fashion with these rascals to have an alias."
"Ha! ha!" said Jack, thrusting the ramrod into his pistol-barrel, "are you there, Mr. Coates? Pay your wager, sir."
"What wager?"
"The hundred we bet that you would take me if ever you had the chance."
"Take _you_!--it was d.i.c.k Turpin I betted to take."
"_I_ am d.i.c.k TURPIN--that"s my alias!" replied Jack.
"d.i.c.k Turpin! then I"ll have a snap at you at all hazards," cried Coates, springing suddenly towards him.
"And I at you," said Turpin, discharging his pistol right in the face of the rash attorney; "there"s a quittance in full."
_BOOK III_
_THE GIPSY_
Lay a garland on my hea.r.s.e Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear, Say I died true.