"I think, Captain," continued the chauffeur, "that a little pain—will have a good effect in disciplining you."
Jack Benson did not reply.
"Come, now! Let us see if any of your hair will stay in your scalp?" proposed the Frenchman. "Yet, first of all, boy, have you anything to say that will stop me?"
"If I had, I'd say it," muttered the submarine boy, ruefully.
"Then you might give me that message I asked for."
"Is that all that will stop you?" demanded Jack.
"Yes. All."
"Then go ahead with whatever you have in mind," retorted Jack. "As long as my sane mind stays by me I shall never betray the Pollard secrets to any other government!"
"Let us see, then!"
Once more Gaston fastened the long, sinewy fingers of each hand in the submarine boy's hair. He began to tug, gently at first, but gradually increasing the force of the yank.