“You’ve made prisoners of us; so you must do as you will. But I won’t stand this treatment.”
“Where are my two men?”
“I left them close here. I suppose they’ve gone on into the house.”
“It’s as dark as hell,” growled the fellow. “Can you see anything, Andreas?” he asked his companion.
“Nothing but the dark,” was the answer with an oath.
“You can get a light in the room first door to the right,” I said. This was where I had left Chris, and if he went to it I knew the dog would put him out of the reckoning. But he smelt a trick and would not.
“No, thank you, Mr. Spy. Where we go, you come too. I can’t make out where the devil the others are. What does it mean?” and he called the men by name.
“Hadn’t you better ring the alarm bell, while you’re about it?” I sneered. “You’ll rouse everyone more quickly.”
“Curse the dark. Lead to where I can get a light,” he muttered. “No tricks, mind, or you’ll regret it.”
His grip tightened on my arm and we moved forward abreast. But the door was too narrow to admit us all at once and he entered the room first.