“Wal?” questioned the cold voice, proceeding from Seth’s shadowy figure.
And Nevil was driven to speech.
“I’m not a fighting man. I——”
But his denial was cut short.
“You’ve jest got ten seconds to make up your mind. You’re goin’ to fight—for us, or——”
Seth had in no way raised his tones from the cold level of his manner at the beginning. His victim had only a shadowy impression of him. He saw only a hazy outline in the blackness of the forest; and he needed no further sight to convince him. There was sufficient in the tone, and in the pressure 293 of the gun at his head. He knew the rest. Here was a sudden collapse of all his schemes. There could be no resistance. Seth had the drop on him.
“I’ll go,” he said sullenly.