“Who are you? what do you wish to do with my father?” inquired the young Willmington, as he turned disappointedly from the door.
“I shall tell you, by-and-bye,” answered Appadocca.
“Tell me at once, and let me out,” cried young Willmington.
“That cannot be.”
“That must be: I must rescue my father,” rejoined young Willmington.
“Banish the idea: you will never be able to do so,” replied Appadocca.
“Why not?”
“Because you will be prevented,” answered Appadocca.
“Prevented?—prevented? Hell, itself, with all its legions, shall not prevent me,” shouted young Willmington. “I will rescue my father.”
“Do so,” answered Appadocca.