“And why are you here?”
“For the same reason. I followed your example in the car and butted a guard under the chin. I wish I hadn’t now. It’s a bad business.”
“Why? All they have done is lock us up where it is dark.”
“Wait; in the morning they’ll take us out and give us the lash.”
“The lash?”
“Yes; probably lay a dozen strokes across our bare backs with their big whips. After that they’ll give us bread to eat and water to drink; and that’s probably all we’ll get for a week.”
Jack shuddered. Then he straightened himself up in the darkness.
“They had better not lay a whip on me,” he said quietly.
The Russian laughed aloud.
“Why? What will you do?” he asked.