You must know that under all the rules of war your life is forfeit to your captors." Garay's face became gray and ghastly.
"You--you wouldn't murder me ?" he said.
"There could be no such thing as murder in your case, and we won't take your life, either." The face of the intermediary recovered its lost color.
"You will spare me, then ?" he exclaimed joyfully.
"In a way, yes, but we're not going to carry you back in luxury to Albany, nor are we thinking of making you an honored member of our band.

You've quite a time before you." "I don't understand you." "You will soon.

You're going back to the Chevalier de St.Luc who has little patience with failure, and you'll find that the road to him abounds in hard traveling.

It may be, too, that the savage Tandakora will ask you some difficult questions, but if so, Monsieur Achille Garay, it will be your task to answer them, and I take it that you have a fertile mind.

In any event, you will be equipped to meet him by your journey, which will be full of variety and effort and which will strengthen and harden your mind." The face of Garay paled again, and he gazed at Robert in a sort of dazed fashion.