CHAPTER XI.
"THE STRAIGHT DEATH" Hands were fumbling with the chain at the dungeon door.
It opened and Jeekum's ashen face shone in the candle-light.

For a moment his frightened eyes rested on the two men still standing in their last embrace of friendship.

A word of betrayal from them and he knew that his own doom was sealed.
He came in, followed by four men.

One of them was MacDougall, the king's whipper.

In the corridor were other faces, like ghostly shadows in the darkness.