"Can't I? We'll see. Come."
With brutal force the man dragged the weak and worn-out lad to his camp. With some handy vines he bound Dick's hands behind him, and then fastened the youth to a slanting rock. The rock was thin and set up against a second rock, leaving an opening like the letter A beneath.
Into the opening Farvel kicked the burning embers of the fire, and then heaped on more fuel.
"Now we'll see how you feel when your legs begin to get warm," he cried. "I reckon those vines will not catch for quite awhile, they are that green."
"Would you burn me?" cried Dick, in horror.
"And why not?"
"You are as bad as the savage Indians used to be!"
"I mean to have my rights," growled Farvel. "Now if you have anything to tell me, out with it."
CHAPTER XXXIII.
GOOD-BYE TO PORTO RICO—CONCLUSION.
Dick felt his heart sink within him. Farvel was in an exceedingly ugly mood, and looked as if he fully intended to let the youth suffer as he had intimated.