“I don’t see that we can do anything to hurry him back.”
“No, but if he should delay another day it might be very uncomfortable for you and the boy.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that if he is not here by to-morrow we will think that he does not mean to come at all.”
“And what then?”
The interpreter shrugged his shoulders.
“Probably the signor can conjecture?”
“You will keep us in captivity then?”
“No, we will give you a passport to another world.”
“You will murder us?” inquired Amos Sanderson, horror-struck, for he had a natural love for the world in which his money secured him a liberal share of enjoyment.