"Shut up!" roared Mason, roughly interrupting him. "No raving!"
"You'll kill me yet."
"That makes little difference to me."
"For mercy's sake give me some food; I'm starving."
"Not till you obey me."
"Have you no pity left in you?"
"I'm simply determined to carry my point."
"This is horrible—inhuman!"
"Oh, I know very well it's unpleasant," testily answered Mason, "but you might have spared yourself all the suffering you have been undergoing for the past three days had you done as I asked. You know me, Dalton. I've started a desperate game to get your money, and I've been baffled at every turn by those accursed Bradys. This is my last resource to raise money enough to get out of the country, and, by Heavens, I'll win, or you'll die!"
The broker gazed steadily at him a moment.