The Negro at first thought he was going to be hanged. Not he was only going to be towed!
The rope was paid out for a hundred feet and Frycollin found himself hanging in space.
He could then shout at his ease. But fright contracted his larynx, and he was mute.
Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans endeavored to prevent this performance. They were thrust aside.
“It is scandalous! It is cowardly!” said Uncle Prudent, quite beside himself with rage.
“Indeed!” said Robur.
“It is an abuse of power against which I protest.”
“Protest away!”
“I will be avenged, Mr. Robur.”
“Avenge when you like, Mr. Prudent.”