"I'll guard him, all right," was the reply.
"Good! Of course, it is easy enough to shoot him, but I would rather have him swim a while first."
CHAPTER XXVIII.
FIGHT AND ESCAPE.
Duval returned a few moments later with sandwiches and milk, which he placed upon a table at one side of the room. He drew up three chairs and motioned the other two to seats. Then, with his revolver upon the table near him, he sat down himself.
"Don't stand on ceremony," he said to Hal. "This will be your last meal on earth, so you may as well make the most of it. Pitch in."
"Thanks," replied Hal, showing no sign of fear.
He picked up a sandwich and proceeded to eat it with apparent relish.
Light now filtered through a window at the far end of the room. Duval glanced at his watch.
"Mon Dieu!" he exclaimed. "I had no idea it was so late."