"Excellent!" said Hal.
"And mind, no liberty, except the simple act of carrying her off, is to be taken with your captain's prize!" said the leader, with a threatening glare of his lion-like eye.
"Oh, no, no, not for the world! She shall be as sacred from insult as though she were an angel and we saints!" said Hal, both the others assenting.
"And now, not a word more. We will arrange the further details of this business hereafter," said the captain, as a peculiar signal was given at the door.
Waving his hand for the men to keep their places, Black Donald went out and opened the back passage door, admitting Colonel Le Noir.
"Well!" said the latter anxiously.
"Well, sir, I have contrived to see her; come into the front room and I will tell you all about it!" said the outlaw, leading the way into the old parlor that had been the scene of so many of their conspiracies.
"Does Capitola Le Noir still live?" hoarsely demanded the colonel, as the two conspirators reached the parlor.
"Still live? Yes; 'twas but yesterday we agreed upon her death! Give a man time! Sit down, colonel! Take this seat. We will talk the matter over again."
With something very like a sigh of relief, Colonel Le Noir threw himself into the offered chair.
Black Donald drew another chair up and sat down beside his patron.
"Well, colonel, I have contrived to see the girl as I told you," he began.
"But you have not done the deed! When will it be done?"
"Colonel, my patron, be patient! Within twelve days I shall claim the last instalment of the ten thousand dollars agreed upon between us for this job!"
"But why so long, since it is to be done, why not have it over at once?" said Colonel Le Noir, starting up and pacing the floor impatiently.
"Patience, my colonel! The cat may play with the mouse most delightfully before devouring it!"
"What do you mean?"
"My colonel, I have seen the girl, under circumstances that has fired my heart with an uncontrollable desire for her."
"Ha, ha ha!" scornfully laughed the colonel. "Black Donald, the mail robber, burglar, outlaw, the subject of the grand passion!"
"Why not, my colonel? Listen, you shall hear! And then you shall judge whether or not you yourself might not have been fired by the fascinations of such a witch!" said the outlaw, who straightway commenced and gave his patron the same account of his visit to Hurricane Hall that he had already related to his comrades.