“But stop here—in this empty cellar?”
“That’s it, till we let you go. If you behave yourself, you shan’t be hurt. If you don’t behave yourself, you may get an ugly crack on the head to silence you. Now, then, will you be quiet?”
“I tell you again, that I cannot help myself.”
“Shall I undo his hands?” said one to the other.
“Yes; you can loosen them.”
This was done, and directly after Mr Barclay sat thinking in the darkness, alone with as unpleasant thoughts as a man could have for company.