"Let your President do as China demands and she shall be returned to her father safe and sound."
"You talk as the savage Indians of years ago used to talk. I demand to know at once where she is."
"I have nothing more to say."
"Do you value your life? Would you not give something to be set again at liberty?"
"No."
"You tell a lie when you say that. You do value your life, and it would be far sweeter for you to go free than to suffer the torture which awaits you if you refuse to speak."
"Torture!"
"Aye, torture; Hang Chang—torture worse than any you ever inflicted on Japanese or Tartar—a torture which will make you writhe and scream in spite of yourself."
Oscar had no intention of torturing the yellow wretch, but he spoke so earnestly that Hang Chang shivered and his yellow face blanched.
"I thought the Yankees did not torture their prisoners," he faltered.