"Oh, never mind," said the fellow, as he took a huge clasp knife from his pocket and opened it. "If he hollers, I'll cut his throat!"
This was spoken in a way that seemed to indicate the ruffian would actually do the deed without hesitation.
Harris drew up another chair and sat down facing the captive.
Slowly Merry's strength returned. At last he was able to sit up without the support of the binding ropes.
"Ha! ha!" laughed his bitter enemy. "How do you like it? I don't believe you fancy it much. I have you now."
Frank made no reply, but he peered through the gloom at the figure of Sport's companion and assistant. There was something familiar about the slight, supple form, but it was not till the man turned so the light reached him differently that Merry recognized him.
"M. Mazarin!" he gasped, incredulously.
The little man nodded.
"Yes," he said, coldly. "Are you surprised to see me?"
"Rather."