Jack Harkaway and His Son's Escape from the Brigands of Greece
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CHAPTER XXV.
THE TRIPLE EXECUTION--A SOLDIER'S GRAVE--TORO'S LUCK.
Morning dawned.
The eastern sky was only just tinged with the light of the rising sunwhen the bugle call summoned the firing party.
The party in question was composed of six men commanded by Hunston.
He had insisted upon having this post, one that none of the brigandsenvied him--so that he might gloat over his victims at the last hour.
The two boys were aroused with some difficulty, for strange though itmay appear, they were sleeping soundly when the fatal momentapproached.
"Come," said the girl, in a hollow voice. "Lirico is already on theground."
"We mustn't be behindhand then."
"No," added Harry Girdwood; "they must see how Englishmen can facedeath."
And then, led by the girl who had, to her sorrow, brought them to thisdire pass, they came to the spot where the tragedy was to take place.
Lirico, the traitor, was already pinioned, and he stood with his eyesbandaged upon the edge of the grave which was shortly to receive hislifeless body.
Upon either side of this was a newly-dug trench or grave.
One of these was for young Jack.
The other was for his stout-hearted comrade.
They needed no telling what to do now; but each went through his partin the horrible ceremony as though it had been previously rehearsed.
Not a word was spoken.
The only signs of emotion which the boys exhibited were when theysilently wrung each other's hands before taking their places beforetheir graves.
The girl passed before each of the unhappy victims and shook them bythe hand one after the other. "Courage," she said, in a low but firmvoice, "courage, brave hearts."
"Bandage their eyes," said Hunston.
"No; let us look upon our fate," said young Jack.
"The old Harkaway brag to the very last," said Hunston, with a sneer.
"You don't like to look a Harkaway in the face, assassin!" retorted theboy.
"Fool!" exclaimed Hunston, "since you want it, you shall have it. Fireat the middle first. They can have an opportunity of seeing a real mandie before their eyes. It may give them a relish for their own share tofollow."
The word was given.
"Ready! Present! Fire!"
The six rifles flashed simultaneously.
Then, as the wounded Lirico was struck, he bounded into the air andfell back into the grave--stone dead!
Hunston stood smiling grimly, even while the very men turned sick atthe butchery they were forced to enact.
He, with fiend-like satisfaction, noticed the sickly pallor of the twoboys' faces, and it gladdened his black heart.
"They aren't quite so happy now," he muttered. "Now it is they suffer.Oh, if Harkaway were here too. It would make me drunk with joy."
The girl turned to young Jack.
"Courage," she whispered, "courage; be bold."
And then turning to the firing party, she said--
"Come, do not delay. It is needless to prolong the sufferings whichthese poor boys feel already."
"Silence, and begone!" exclaimed Hunston fiercely. "You have no rightto speak to the men."
"I have every right," returned the woman, boldly. "Silence yourself, Isay, and know your place!"
Her voice and manner half-awed Hunston, who fell back a pace or two.
"My poor comrades," she went on, addressing the firing party, "thiswork is not to your taste. I'll load for you."
So saying, she set to work to reload the rifles, which were piled now.
And she observed the very greatest care in this task.
"Not a shot must miss," she said to the men of the firing party,earnestly. "Every bullet must have its billet. We have to murder, buteven then not to torture, these unhappy boys."
Hunston smiled sardonically.
"How very tender-hearted you have become," he said, with a sneer ofcontempt.
"Silence!" said the girl, turning fiercely upon him, so that heactually quailed before her indignant gaze. "Silence, I tell you,bully--butcher--villain--silence!"
Hunston would have retorted at this, but prudence bade him be silent.
For the girl was a great favourite with all the men, and he feared thatthey might take up the cudgels for her in a way which might beunpleasant for him.
"So, young Harkaway," he said, jeeringly, "you wish to see it all gobefore you. It prolongs your pleasure, and so I can't complain. Thisone next."
He pointed with his sword to Harry Girdwood.
The latter looked deadly pale but resolute.
"Ready! Present! Fire!"
Young Jack turned half round, and saw his brave comrade clap his handto his breast, totter and fall.
A cry rose to his lips.
But he stifled it ere Hunston should have this small gratification.
Hunston looked round at young Jack, and he positively bit his lips withsheer vexation to find that he was unable to make the boy betray theleast sign of fear.
"You keep it up well, boy," said Hunston, "but I know well that you areready to sink through the ground with fear, nevertheless."
"Liar!"
Hunston flushed purple.
But he kept down his rage.
"As you are going to die, boy, I may let you off the birching whichyour impertinence merits. You have all the old brag of your father."
Jack was silent.
"All his deceit; all his sham and falseness--"
The boy said nothing.
"All his craven-hearted, black-hearted villany." But young Jack saw through the other's game clearly enough.
He held his peace.
He knew well enough that the real way to enrage the ruffian was toappear unmoved at his taunts.
So when Hunston had exhausted his expletives and was about to give theword to the firing party, young Jack spoke.
"One moment."
Hunston made the men a sign to ground arms.
The boy was about to beg for mercy.
Here, then, there was one chance of wreaking his spite upon the lad.
Now he should be able to feast his ears with the unhappy boy's piteousappeals, for he well judged that, once he began to plead for pity, allhis fortitude would go.
"Before they fire," said young Jack, pale but resolute, as his comradeHarry had just shown himself, "one word."
"Go on."
"I can speak as one on the brink of the grave," said the boy, "and somy words may be prophetic. Before many weeks are over, you shall kneeland sue for mercy to my father, and it will be denied you. You willgrovel in the dirt, and crawl and cringe in abject misery; but it willbe hopeless, and in the bitterness of your despair you will think ofthis moment, and curse the hour you ever molested one of my race, oranyone in whom we are interested."
"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Hunston, in a boisterous and forced manner;"quite a sermon. Preaching is a new quality in the Harkaways. It isunfortunate that you are to be cut off in your early youth. You wouldsoon bloom into an odd mixture of Puritan and bully."
But he could not provoke his victim.
Having said all he had to say, young Jack coolly folded his arms andwaited the end of the tragedy, apparently not hearing what Hunston wassaying.
* * * * *
"Make ready! Present! Fire!"
As the word was spoken, the volley was fired.
The unhappy boy--the last of the three victims--threw up his arms, andfell back into the new-made grave yawning to receive him.
Poor young Jack!
The body did not even quiver after it had fallen into the grave.
Apparently death had been instantaneous.
"Fill in the graves and cover up the carrion," said Hunston; "and thenlet us get away and make merry."
The girl stepped up and interposed herself.
"Begone and leave the rest to me,"
"To you?"
"Aye."
"What for?"
"It was so agreed," said one of the men.
"Let us pray for them now," said the girl. "Surely, having destroyedtheir bodies, you do not wish them any further harm."
She waited for no reply, but falling upon her knees, was soon lost inholy meditation, her hands clasped fervently, her head bent upon herbreast.
The men doffed their hats reverently and glided noiselessly away.
Hunston feared to shock their superstitious susceptibilities, and so hefollowed them in silence.
* * * * *
For several hours she was left to her meditations.
And when, some hours later in the day, Hunston returned to the spot,the three graves were filled in.
Over those of the two unhappy lads some pious hands had raised a roughwooden cross.
"The first to taste our vengeance," muttered Hunston.
"May the others soon follow," said a voice at his elbow.
He started.
It was Toro.
"This is the turn of our luck," said the Italian, exultingly.
"I hope so."
"I feel it so. The rest of the hated race will soon follow, if we havethe least good fortune."