"Do you know what truth is? If you don't it'll be a pity, because if you tell me so much as the millionth part of a lie I'll empty my revolver into you where you stand."
As if to emphasize this genial threat the dark man pointed his revolver point-blank at his head.
"I'm on that line. I'll empty mine inside him too."
Bertie was conscious that the long, thin man was following his companion's lead. A couple of revolvers were being pointed at him within three feet of his head. He felt more anxious to tell the truth, even though under difficulties, than he had ever been in all his life.
"What's your name?"
"Bertie Bailey."
"What are you doing here?"
"I--I don't know!"
Bertie very certainly didn't. If he could only have undreamt his dreams about the Land of Golden Dreams how happy had he been.
"Oh, you don't know. Who brought you here?"