“You have my pistols and knife in your belt; give them up directly.”
“Mr. Damand,” said Millicent, advancing, “we have decided to retain your arms until the return of Ben.”
“In other words, you mean to keep me sort of prisoner in this place?”
“Precisely.”
“I will not endure it.”
“You must; there is no other course open to you. Jan will not hesitate to shoot you if you attempt to go away. I am satisfied that you would throw obstacles in the way of Ben’s rescue of Bentley. You must be quiet.”
“I must, eh? The time will come when you shall repent this. I loved you dearly; I wanted to make you my wife. You scorned my love; you shall feel my hate.”
“I fear you not.”
“Look here, Shule: vas you vool enough to dalk love mit der young lady? I vill preak you all in bieces. You’s der vust vool I efer sees in all mine life. I dells you as I dinks yoost so. Oh, mein cracious, vat a vool you must pe!”
The Frenchman looked as if he would like to commit murder if he had the weapons in his hands. But, fate was against him.