"They will open negotiations in the morning. And you need not fear that anything will happen to him during the course of negotiations."
"But what good will it do to negotiate?" cried poor Deaves. "I cannot possibly meet their demands."
"Tell them so," said Evan. "Put it up to them."
"Then they'll make him suffer."
"In that case he can pay them."
"Ah, you don't know my father! Four hundred thousand dollars! He'd die rather!"
"Well, that's up to him, isn't it?" said Evan coolly.
"Ah, you have no heart!" cried George Deaves.
"My dear sir," said Evan patiently, "it is your 'heart' as you call it that these fellows are working on. They would not dare to harm Mr. Deaves, really. If they did, it would arouse public opinion to that extent we could catch and hang every man jack of them!"
"Your cold words cannot ease the heart of a son!" cried Deaves.