Durant stared. He caught the pun, and he wondered if the boy had actually meant it for a joke. Frank winked in a most mischievous manner, and the man swore.
“It is too bad to cut the throat of a fellow with so much sand,” he declared. “Are all American boys like you?”
“Nearly all of them. It’s a way we have over the pond. It’s all in getting used to it, you know.”
“You would make a good anarchist.”
“Think so?”
“It is certain. You would not be afraid of anything. If you were chosen to assassinate the president, you would do it, even if you knew it meant certain death for you. If we were to let you live, would you become one of us?”
“What’s that? Become an anarchist?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I have never considered the matter.”
“I will give you ten seconds to consider it.”