"You cannot be in earnest?"
"Never more so in my life, I assure you."
"Villain!"
Lord Maltravers twirled his mustache.
"Yes," he replied, complacently, "I am all that the word implies."
"But——"
"I cannot waste time in talking to you. Pray excuse me," interrupted Maltravers.
Vasquez, the bandit, took hold of Jack's arm and led him away.
Six men with pistols leveled followed on each side.
Escape was impossible.