"Even so I will not join you."
"And that is your last word?"
"My last word. I will not join you. I have lived honest. I will die honest."
"Soit!" he growled, and went away, leaving me to somewhat gloomier thoughts.
CHAPTER XXI
HOW I FACED DEATHS AND LIVED
On the sixteenth day of my imprisonment I had stood against my bars till the last faint glow of the sunset faded off a white cloud in the east, and all outside had become gray and dim, and my room was quite dark. I had had my second meal, and looked as usual for no further diversion till breakfast next morning. But of a sudden I heard heavy feet outside my door, and Torode came in with a lantern, followed by two of his men.
"You are still of that mind?" he asked, as though we had discussed the matter but five minutes before.