Musdœmon paused.
“What are you going to do with all that rope?”
“Your worship may well ask. I know that there is much more than I shall need; but when I began on this affair I thought there would be a great many more prisoners.”
“Come, make haste!” said Musdœmon.
“Your worship is in a wonderful hurry. Have you no last favor to ask?”
“None but the one I have already mentioned, that you will thank his Grace for me. For God’s sake, make haste!” added Musdœmon; “I long to get away from here. Have we a long journey before us?”
“A long journey!” replied the man in red, straightening himself, and measuring off a few lengths of rope. “The journey will not tire your worship much; for we can make it without leaving this room.”
Musdœmon shuddered.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you mean yourself?” asked the man.