The convict nodded.
“Ah, that’s well,” observed the governor in a cheery tone. “Is there anything you want? If so, tell me what it is.”
“Want?” repeated Murdock.
“Yes. Can we do anything for you?”
“Can you? Yes!”
“What is it?”
“Give me my liberty!” shrieked the smuggler.
The governor started back.
“You ask impossibilities,” said he; “be reasonable. At the present moment your life is in peril. Be patient, No. 95; you are not out of danger for the present, and excitement may prove fatal. Be patient and resigned, and hope for the best.”
“Hope! Ugh, that has long since deserted me. I want my liberty.”