“The signor has said it.”
“Why, that would be outrageous!” exclaimed the American, big drops of perspiration forming on his forehead.
“Then your friend should come back with the money.”
“But it won’t be our fault if he does not.”
“True, but it will be very disagreeable for you.”
“Look here, what good is it going to do you to kill me?” asked Amos Sanderson, in an argumentative tone.
“I don’t care to argue. Our friends here wish to prepare you for the worst. If your friend does not appear to-morrow at noon you and the boy must die.”
“Do you hear that, Bernard?” asked Sanderson.
“Yes,” answered Bernard, in a low voice.
The boy’s face was pale, and a feeling of awe was in his heart as he felt that the end of his life might be near. He did not feel inclined to argue the matter like Sanderson, but he inwardly prayed for Walter Cunningham’s return.