“If you answer me what I have already asked you, no; but if you refuse, yes!”
“If I answer yer questions am I free?”
“You are.”
“If I refuse?”
“Then you die.”
“Will you show me no mercy?”
“Think not of mercy, but of your God!”
“Look yere cap’n,” said the Tory, who, though a miscreant, was no coward; “though ye wor to slice and quarter me, ye couldn’t make Tom Turley blow on his comrades.”
He had scarcely finished uttering these last words when the support was knocked from under him by a violent blow, and he was left dangling in the air.
He struggled violently for several moments, then uttered a piercing shriek: