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I will not say a word. I will not... "
"I would rather depend upon your silence than your assurances.
Still, you shall have your chance. I am a fool, perhaps, but I have
a reluctance to shed blood. Go into the house, Fresnel. Go, man.
I follow you."
In the shabby main room of that dwelling, Andre-Louis halted him
again. "Get me a length of rope," he commanded, and was readily
obeyed.
Five minutes later Fresnel was securely bound to a chair, and
effectively silenced by a very uncomfortable gag improvised out of
a block of wood and a muffler.
On the threshold the departing Andre-Louis turned.
"Good-night, Fresnel," he said. Fierce eyes glared mute hatred at
him. "It is unlikely that your ferry will be required again to-night.
But some one is sure to come to your relief quite early in the
morning. Until then bear your discomfort with what fortitude you
can, remembering that you have brought it entirely upon yourself by
your uncharitableness. If you spend the night considering that, the
lesson should not be lost upon you.


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