“Please, Captain, let me sit in the next room,” said Johannes, cooling down considerably, and modulating his voice to a gentler key; “I will behave myself.”
His austerity of manner had completely vanished, and his ferocious mien and language had gradually disappeared. He saw in me a different man from what he had expected, and the courteous treatment accorded him had melted his heart and vanquished his anger. I granted his request and told an officer to sit with him in an adjoining room.
The moment the officer and prisoner were in the room, Johannes remarked:
“Schaack is not a bad fellow. Is he not going to stop arresting people?”
“Oh, no,” said the officer, “he has a long list yet.”
“Are you with him all the time?”
“I am.”
“Do you hear and see all?”
“I do.”
“Do the fellows all squeal?”