“Did yer say there was three of yer?” asked the other.
“Yes.”
“I give up then. Lemme out.”
“No, you’ll stay where you are,” answered Nelson.
“I give yer my word I won’t do nothin’ if yer’ll lemme out,” pleaded the prisoner. “Hope ter die!”
“Will you hand over your revolver?”
There was just a moment of hesitation.
“Yes,” was the answer.
“Very well,” said Nelson. “Reach it through the nearest port and lay it on the deck. Understand?”
“Yes.”