“You, Mr Darrell?” said the man wonderingly as he started up.
“Yes, Hanson; I’ve come to see you about this terrible punishment.”
“Terrible? Bah! It has been coming a long time. I’m sick of it all, and want to wind up. Let them flog me. I suppose they will now?”
“Yes; I believe the sentence is to be carried out to-morrow morning, Hanson.”
“A good job, too. Let them flog me, and as soon as I get about again I’ll shoot the general, and they may hang me out of my misery.”
“I came to talk to you quietly, Hanson, not to listen to mad words like those.”
“Mad men say mad things.”
“But you’re not mad,” said Dick quietly. “What you say is folly.”
“Is it?” cried the man desperately. “Wait and you’ll see.”
“I shall never see that. But we’re wasting time.”