“Tell me where she is.” The answer came thickly.
“Far from here.”
“Where, where——” There was a motion of the choking and grinding to begin again.
“How can I tell you?... in a place known only to me.”
“If I let you up will you take me to it?”
“Breath,” said Ravenutzi, “give me breath.”
Mancha let his throat be while he bound the man’s arms.
“Do you promise, smith?”
“What is that across my feet?”
“A dead man, I think.” Mancha glanced slightingly over his shoulder.