The result was not favorable; for a sign followed to bring forth the prisoner.
Raoul came on deck, in charge of the master-at-arms and the officer who had acted as provost-marshal.

He was clad in his clean white lazzarone garb, wearing the red Phrygian cap already mentioned.

Though his face was pale, no man could detect any tremor in the well-turned muscles that his loose attire exposed to view.

He raised his cap courteously to the group of officers, and threw an understanding glance forward at the fearful arrangement on the fore-yard.

That he was shocked when the grating and rope met his eye, is unquestionable; but, rallying in an instant, he smiled, bowed to Cuffe, and moved toward the scene of his contemplate execution, firmly, but without the smallest signs of bravado in his manner.
A deathlike stillness prevailed, while the subordinates adjusted the rope, and placed the condemned man on the grating.