“Stay still,” was his remark.
Not a suspicion that it was anything but a joke entered my head. I lay there and I smiled. “I could not hurt you if I wished to.”
“You will never hurt me any more.”
Another voice then added: “He is not going to hurt any of us any more.”
“Stay still!” sharply reiterated Lem Speed, for at the second voice I had half risen.
“For whom do you take me?” I asked.
“For one of the people we want.”
I continued to be amused. “I’ll be glad to know what you want me for. I’ll be glad to know what damage I’ve done. I’ll be happy to make it good. I came over here last night for—”
“Go on. What did you come for?”
“Nothing. Simply to see this place. I’ve wanted to see it for a year. I wanted to see if I could find it by myself.” And I told them who I was and where I lived.