"Maraquito," he cried strongly, "the game's at an end.
Fly, my love, fly. We have fought and--and--lost.
Maraquito, oh my--" his voice died away. He stretched out
his hand, fell back and died with a look of tender love on his
pallid face.
"Poor wretch!" said Slane pityingly, "at least he loved
truly."
CHAPTER XXIV
REVENGE
The capture of the coiners caused an immense sensation, and
the papers were filled with descriptions of the raid.
Jennings came in for much congratulation, and his feat
considerably improved his position with the authorities. He
was confined to his bed for some days by his wound and,
meanwhile, events transpired in which he would have been
considerably interested had he heard of them. They had to do
with Maraquito.
Since her flight from the Soho house nothing had been heard of
her, although every inquiry had been made. Guessing that
Jennings knew much more than was suspected, she was wise
enough not to go to the Rexton factory, and congratulated
herself on her foresight when she read the accounts of the
raid in the papers. But she was furiously angry at losing
all, when on the point of realizing her desires. She had sent
her money to be banked abroad; she hoped, by means of threats
to induce Mallow to give up Juliet, and she had trusted to win
his love by assiduous attentions. But the trick played by
Jennings which revealed her deception, and the raid on the
factory and the consequent death of Hale, upset her plans, and
caused her to take refuge in hiding.
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