If you will sign the paper--here--above their signatures--it will entitle you to one-third of all that money.

They would neither of them dare to refuse to share with you!" "What if I refuse to sign ?" asked Tugendheim, making a great savage wrench to free his wrists, but failing.
"The suggestion is yours," said Ranjoor Singh.

"You have only your own judgment for a guide." "If I sign it, will you let me go ?" he asked.
"No," said Ranjoor Singh, "but we will not burn you alive if you sign.

Here is a fountain-pen.

Your hands shall be loosed when you are ready." Tugendheim nodded, so I went and cut his hands loose; and when I had chafed his wrists for a minute or two he was able to write on my shoulder, I bending forward and Ranjoor Singh watching like a hawk lest he tear the paper.