“And you know my real name and family?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Oh, Rudolph, tell me who I am,” Tony said, imploringly. “Help me to the fortune which you say I am entitled to, and I will take care that you are rewarded.”
Rudolph surveyed the boy, whom he still held in a firm grasp, and watched his excitement with malicious satisfaction.
There’s one objection to my doing that, boy,” he said.
What is that?”
“I’ll tell you,” he hissed, as his grip grew tighter, and his dark face grew darker yet with passion, “I hate you!”
This he uttered with such intensity that Tony, brave as he was, was startled and dismayed.
Then why did you tell me?” he asked.
“That you might know what you are going to lose—that you might repent betraying me,” answered Rudolph, rapidly. “You ask what I am going to do with you? I am going to throw you down that well, and leave you there—to die!”