His attitude was that of triumph, that of one who expects great spoils, like that of a buccaneer who finds his profit in troubled times, preying upon friend and foe alike.

Presently he caught sight of the two boys.

But his gaze fastened on Harry, and a savage glint appeared in his eyes.

Then he strode down the wide aisle and stood near them.

But he looked at Harry alone.
"You are Colonel Kenton's son ?" he said.
"I am," replied Harry, meeting his fierce stare boldly, "the same whom you tried to murder on the way to Winton, the same who helped to hold our house against you and your gang of assassins." Skelly's dark face grew darker as the black blood leaped to his very eyes.