English fiction -- 19th century; Horror tales; Penny dreadfuls
“You may sit down. And now for the next,” said Death-wing, pointing
to a huge fellow, who now advanced to give an account of his doings.
“What have you accomplished?”
“I have had a strange adventure, Captain Death-wing,” was the gruff
reply.
“With whom?”
“With a party of noble ladies and gentlemen.”
“Indeed, ’tis seldom you trouble them much. But how did it happen?”
“There was a wedding party down in the country, and I heard that the
father of the bride was going to give her a large sum of money as a
dowry.”
“Who was the father?”
“A very wealthy old farmer.”
“Well, and how did you manage it?”
“The night before the wedding I took with me many of the crew in
order to make sure of the prize.
“We soon reached the farm, and hid under the walls of the garden and
orchard.
“It was ten o’clock, and the night was cold and dark.
“As we intended to have a fine feast in the woods after our little
job of robbery, one of my comrades here got over the wall and crept
into the hen-house, and in less than five minutes he passed over to
us no less than a dozen chickens, lots of eggs, and, besides all
that, strangled two dozen of ducks, and threw them over also.
“One of our party secured all these things, and concealed them in a
neighbouring wood until such time as we had performed all we intended
to do at the farm-house.
“One hour passed after another, and still we remained concealed under
and behind the orchard wall.
“As the village clock struck ten, we clambered over, and the first
thing we did was to approach the watch dogs as best we could, and
kill them on the spot.
“This difficult little bit of business was accomplished, and all
things promised success.
“We next got in at the old parlour window, and began operations.
“While so engaged, the old farmer awoke, and came down stairs, gun in
hand.
“We heard him approaching, and remained as silent as mice.
“‘Who is there?’ he asked.
“We made no answer.
“‘Who is there?’ he again said, in a determined tone.
“But we all remained perfectly still, and stirred not an inch.
“He fired both barrels of his gun.
“But he missed his aim, and the next moment he found himself gagged
and bound both hand and foot.
“The noise of the report, however, had thoroughly aroused all his
servants, and now begin a horrible scene.
“Any one but members of the Skeleton Crew would have fled before such
impending danger.
“But not so with us.
“In a few moments we prepared for the farmer’s servants, and beat
them back.
“Indeed, after a few moments of fighting all was over with them, for,
seeing our skeleton attire, they fled in the utmost consternation.
“Their shouts and cries were awful.
“We did not lose much time, but ransacked the house of everything
valuable, placed the articles in a light cart, and drove away.”
“Did you get the old man’s money?”
“Yes, every farthing. There were five large bags of gold discovered
in an old oak chest, which I have every reason to believe was
intended for his daughter’s dowry.
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