The fellow hesitated for an instant, and then turned back, and stood regarding Allan with that diabolical leer still upon his lips.
“What’s all this about?” demanded Allan, steeling himself to endure the gaze of those crafty and threatening eyes. “How long am I going to be kept here?”
His captor laughed, or rather emitted a low rumble.
“Not long,” he croaked, hoarsely. “Not long.”
“My friends will be after me in the morning.”
“Let ’em!” and again came that rumbling laughter.
“It will go hard with you if they find me here.”
“Don’t worry; they won’t find you.”
“What do you mean by that?”
But the other only laughed again by way of answer.