“Come with me,” was all he said, in a choked, unnatural tone.
“I won’t!”
Will struggled to get free, but Morris held him in a tight clasp.
“You keep quiet, if you’re wise,” said Morris, menacingly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What do you want of me?”
“To talk to you.”
“I don’t want to talk with you. Let me go, Captain Morris.”
But Morris held tightly to him, and almost dragged him along.
At a retired spot on the confines of the village was a tavern.
Will knew of it as a place of unsavory reputation, it being a low drinking den.