"Who are you?"
There was no answer.
"Who are you?" he repeated.
Still no answer came.
Then the captor began to draw down on the arms he held, forcing the bones against the log at the bottom of the window. Down, down, and a groan of pain escaped his prisoner.
"Who are you?" he asked, for the third time.
"Don't break my arms!" said a voice.
Glenning recognized it.
"Are you Travers?"
"Yes—yes—I'm Travers! Let me go—for God's sake! You're killing me!"