"I can't say I am willing."
"But you don't seem likely to do anything toward helping yourself and us," and now Master Ludwick displayed unmistakable signs of temper. "I'll show that old Tory what it means to play such a trick on members of the army!"
He was so enraged that he failed to realize how useless would be his efforts; but seizing the stool, began to batter upon the heavy door with all his strength, continuing at this vain work until he was absolutely exhausted.
Then he threw himself upon the bed, still literally beside himself with rage, and Enoch said soothingly:
"There's no use flying into a passion, Jacob, for that won't help us in any way."
"I have let that miserable Tory know we understand how he has tricked us."
"Yes, and put him on his guard. Until you did that he might have supposed we were ignorant that the door was locked, and would have rested contentedly. Now he understands exactly how we are feeling, and will be on the alert to prevent an escape."
"It is not necessary for him to watch out very sharp, for we can't accomplish anything more than I have done already."
"And that is simply to dent the door, and splinter the stool."
"Well, what better can you do?" and Jacob leaped to his feet as if ready for a pitched battle.