"
"And if we refuse?"
"We shall break in, and there will be no promise. I ask you now for
the last time."
Cavendish turned his head slightly to regard his companion.
"What shall I say?" he whispered.
"The man lies; he will keep no promise once we are in his power.
Besides they have not yet found Cateras. When they do there will be no
thought of mercy."
"Then we fight it out?"
"I shall; I will never give myself into the hands of that creature."
"Senor," and Cavendish stepped aside to the protection of the logs, "we
will not surrender. That is our answer."
"Fools!" he called back, his voice rising harsh above the growling of
others. "We will show you. Silva, Felipe, quick now; do what I told
you. We will teach these Americano dogs a lesson. No, stand back!
Wait until I speak the word."'
A faint glimmer of light through one of the log crevices caught
Cavendish's attention, and he bent down, his eye to the crack, one hand
grasping the barrel of his gun. Stella watched him motionless and
silent, her face again pale from strain.
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