“Traitor!” he cried, hoarsely. “Aristocrat!” And I saw how the great veins stood out across his forehead. “So you had the effrontery to wait for me!”
“Assuredly,” I replied, as calmly as I could, “since you requested it.”
He glared at me for a moment with bloodshot eyes. Then he turned to his men.
“Secure him!” he said. “We will let him espouse Madame Guillotine.”
And before I could open my lips to protest, my hands were lashed behind me.
CHAPTER II.
IN AN ENEMY I FIND A FRIEND.
For an instant I was too astonished to resist; then the indignity of it—the indignity of the strong and cruel hands which seized and held me—swept over me like flame, and I shook off my assailants and faced Dubosq.
“Loose me!” I cried, struggling furiously with my bonds. “Loose me! I demand that you loose me!”
Dubosq laughed sardonically.
“At your service,” he sneered. “Any other orders?”