At this remark the young captain could not help shuddering.
"Don't! It makes me heartsick to think of it," he groaned.
"Why don't you make Hang Chang talk?"
"I will make him talk! I'll make him tell me everything!" cried Oscar, with sudden determination.
He had tried to talk to the Chinaman before, but Hang Chang had refused to open his lips.
The Celestial was still chained to the wall. He sat on the floor, his knees drawn up to his chin, a sullen look on his thin, yellow face.
"Hang Chang, I want to talk to you," began Oscar.
To this there was no answer. Indeed, the Celestial did not even lift his eyes.
"Do you hear? I want to talk to you. If you value your life you will speak."
At this the Chinese captain shifted uneasily.