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behind Luke’s person. “Stand aside, Luke.”

      “I stir not,” replied Luke. “I thank you for your good intention, and will not injure you — that is, if you do not force me to do so. I am here to defend her ladyship.”

      “What’s that you say?” returned Jack, in surprise —“defend her ladyship?”

      “With my life,” replied Luke. “Let me counsel you to depart.”

      “Are you mad? Defend her — Lady Rookwood — your enemy — who would hang you? Tut, tut! Stand aside, I say, Luke Bradley, or look to yourself.”

      “You had better consider well ere you proceed,” said Luke. “You know me of old. I have taken odds as great, and not come off the vanquished.”

      “The odds are even,” cried Titus, “if Mr. Coates will but show fight. I’ll stand by you to the last, my dear boy. You’re the right son of your father, though on the wrong side. Och! Jack Palmer, my jewel, no wonder you resemble Dick Turpin.”

      “You hear this?” cried Luke.

      “Hot-headed fool!” muttered Jack.

      “Why don’t you shoot him on the spot?” said Wilder.

      “And mar my own chance,” thought Jack. “No, that will never do; his life is not to be thrown away. Be quiet,” said he, in a whisper to Wilder; “I’ve another card to play, which shall serve us better than all the plunder here. No harm must come to that youngster; his life is worth thousands to us.” Then, turning to Luke, he continued, “I’m loth to hurt you; yet what can I do? You must have the worst of it if we come to a pitched battle. I therefore advise you, as a friend, to draw off your forces. We are three to three, it is true; but two of your party are unarmed.”

      “Unarmed!” interrupted Titus. “Devil burn me! this iron shillelah shall convince you to the contrary, Jack, or any of your friends.”

      “Make ready then, my lads,” cried Palmer.

      “Stop a minute,” exclaimed Coates. “This gets serious; it will end in homicide — in murder. We shall all have our throats cut to a certainty; and though these rascals will as certainly be hanged for it, that will be poor satisfaction to the sufferers. Had we not better refer the matter to arbitration?”

      “I’m for fighting it out,” said Titus, whisking the poker round his head like a flail in action. “My blood’s up. Come on, Jack Palmer, I’m for you.”

      “I should vote for retreating,” chattered the attorney, “if that cursed fellow had not placed a ne exeat at the door.”

      “Give the word, captain,” cried Rust, impatiently.

      “Ay, ay,” echoed Wilder.

      “A skilful general always parleys,” said Jack. “A word in your ear, Luke, ere that be done which cannot be undone.”

      “You mean me no treachery?” returned Luke.

      Jack made no answer, but uncocking his pistols, deposited them within his pockets.

      “Shoot him as he advances,” whispered Coates; “he is in your power now.”

      “Scoundrel!” replied Luke, “do you think me as base as yourself?”

      “Hush, hush! for God’s sake don’t expose me,” said Coates.

      Lady Rookwood had apparently listened to this singular conference with sullen composure, though in reality she was racked with anxiety as to its results; and, now apprehending that Palmer was about to make an immediate disclosure to Luke, she accosted him as he passed her.

      “Unbind me!” cried she, “and what you wish shall be yours — money — jewels ——”

      “Ha! may I depend?”

      “I pledge my word.”

      Palmer untied the cord, and Lady Rookwood, approaching a table whereon stood the escritoire, touched a spring, and a secret drawer flew open.

      “You do this of your own free will?” asked Luke. “Speak, if it be otherwise.”

      “I do,” returned the lady, hastily.

      Palmer’s eyes glistened at the treasures exposed to his view.

      “They are jewels of countless price. Take them, and rid me,” she added in a whisper, “of him.”

      “Luke Bradley?”

      “Ay.”

      “Give them to me.”

      “They are yours freely on those terms.”

      “You hear that, Luke,” cried he, aloud; “you hear it, Titus; this is no robbery. Mr. Coates —‘Know all men by these presents‘— I call you to witness, Lady Rookwood gives me these pretty things.”

      “I do,” returned she; adding, in a whisper, “on the terms which I proposed.”

      “Must it be done at once?”

      “Without an instant’s delay.”

      “Before your own eyes?”

      “I fear not to look on. Each moment is precious. He is off his guard now. You do it, you know, in self-defence.”

      “And you?”

      “For the same cause.”

      “Yet he came here to aid you?”

      “What of that?”

      “He would have risked his life for yours?”

      “I cannot pay back the obligation. He must die!”

      “The document?”

      “Will be useless then.”

      “Will not that suffice; why aim at life?”

      “You trifle with me. You fear to do it.”

      “Fear!”

      “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 assassin — 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 assassination.”

      “How?” exclaimed Luke, recoiling.

      “A lie, as black as hell,” 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 document?”

      “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.

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