“But he’ll want me to help him!” I cried excitedly. “I must go.”
“Yes; come with me, my lad!” cried Mr Frewen, and as I pressed forward, Hampton made no further objections to my presence, though before at a look from his leader he had barred the way with his sturdy arms.
The next moment we were standing in the torn and blackened saloon, with Mr Frewen looking round wildly from door to door, seeking the one through which he was to go.
Chapter Nineteen.
“Here, this way,” said Jarette, fiercely, “and now you’ll see that I’m not a man to be played with. I’m captain here now, and it’s obey me or—”
He snatched a pistol from his breast and held it menacingly toward Frewen, who flashed out at him—
“Put that thing away, madman, and show me my patient. Which cabin is it?”
“That one,” said Jarette, surlily. Then showing his teeth, he said in a peculiar tone of voice—“They say it’s kill or cure with your set; let it be cure this time, or perhaps it may be kill afterwards. Come on. Go in there.”