"So, sir, they've got you fast," said Mr. Woodward sharply as he faced me. "Fast, and no mistake."
"What do you want?" I demanded boldly, coming at once to the front.
"What do I want?" repeated the merchant, looking behind him to make sure that Booth had not followed him. "What do I want? Why, I want to help you, Strong, that's what I want."
I could not help but smile. The idea of Mr. Woodward helping any one, least of all myself!
"The only way you can help me is to set me free," I returned.
"Oh, I can't do that. You are held on the Canby charge solely."
"But you told me you wanted me arrested."
"So I did, but I intend to give you a chance—that is, if you will do what I want."
"But why did you want me arrested?"
"You know well enough, Strong."