“Well, see here, my friend, do you know why I agreed to leave that place back there? I said I wouldn't go away from Graustark until I had seen her. If you fellows are spiriting me away—kidnapping me, as it were,—I want to tell you I won't have it that way. I must know, right now, where we are going in this damnable storm.”
“I have orders to tell you nothing,” said the soldier, staunchly.
“Orders, eh! From whom?”
“That is my affair, sir!”
“I guess I'm about as much interested in this affair as anybody, and I insist on knowing our destination. I jumped into this thing blindly, but I'm going to see my way out of it before we go much farther. Where are we going?”
“You—you will learn that soon enough,” insisted the other.
“Am I to see her soon? That's what I want to know.”
“You must not insist,” cried the soldier.
“Why are you so anxious to see her?” he asked, suddenly.
“Don't be so blamed inquisitive,” cried Grenfall, angrily, impatiently. “Tell me where we are going or I'll put a bullet into you!” Drawing his revolver he leaned over, grasped the guard by the shoulder and placed the muzzle against his breast.