"Will you?"
Another jab.
"Will you?"
Another prod with the bright pin, whose point was reddened with Helen's blood.
"Will you, I say?"
Still another jab.
"Yes—yes," Helen almost shrieked.
"It's a good thing for you if you will bear your promise in mind," said Tige, grimly. "I always make people regret breaking their word with me."
Helen was left for some hours stretched on the bed, her arms and feet extended and secured by ropes to the four corners of the bed.
There was agony to be endured in even this quiet position.