"He'll murder me! I know he will!"
"Murder you? Who?"
"Mankell."
"Oddly enough, I too was conscious of a very curious sensation."
As he said this, the governor wiped the cold dew of perspiration from his brow. He seemed unnaturally white. As he adjusted his spectacles, there was an odd, tremulous appearance about his eyes.
"It was because you spoke of transferring him to some other jail." The chaplain's tone was solemn. "He dislikes the idea of being trifled with."
The Major resented the suggestion.
"Trifled with? He seems uncommonly fond of trifling with other people. Confound the man! Oh--h!"
The Major sprang from the floor with an exclamation which amounted to a positive yell. They looked each other in the face. Each man seemed a little paler than his wont.
"Something must be done," the governor gasped.