"Now, what will you do?"
"I'll claw your eyes out—then I'll tie you and give you a thrashing with a bull-whip."
"Bah! threaten what you like. I'll guarantee you'll remain here until I get your amiable dad's swag."
"But you will never get it!"
"Won't I? When you begin to rot in your dungeon, and your tongue hangs out of your mouth for want of food and water, I fancy you'll come to terms."
"But I won't, though!"
"Oh! we shall see. I won't argue with you. At the present moment I want to find out who it was I heard you conversing with!"
And to her horror he made for the dark passage.
Fritz, too, was considerably concerned, and began to make a rapid and stealthy retreat to the other chamber.
On arriving there, another thing startled him.