CHAPTER XV.
THE PROMISE.
A little farther on Ready came upon another man, who seemed to be watching Defarge. It was Hock Mason.
“Hello, Mason!” exclaimed Ready. “Why art thou not wrapped in the arms of old Morpheus? At this witching hour you should be snoring sweetly.”
“I’ve been watching him,” said Mason, motioning toward Defarge.
“All night?”
“A large part of it.”
“Why should you take all that trouble?”
“Because I feared he might commit suicide before morning.”