Snags’ countenance instantly assumed a forbidding look.
“Not much of a message,” continued Leonard, urgently, “only a few words. You may see me write them.”
Snags hesitated.
“Nothing that can do you any harm or afford a hint as to where I am.”
“What do you want to send it for, then?”
“Only to let him know that I am alive. That might do him some good.”
“Well,” said Snags, slowly and doubtfully, “let me see what you want to write.”
Leonard drew the letters from his pocket, and, selecting one, apparently at random, tore off a piece, one side of which was blank. It is needless to say that it was the portion on which he had previously written his message in German.
“This old letter is of no use,” he said, crumpling the other half in his hand and throwing it on the floor.
Snags picked it up, and glanced at it idly. He saw it was in a language he did not understand.