The best air is there," answered Ronicky.
A voice called from the mouth of the tunnel, and they could recognize the smooth tongue of Frederic Fernand.

"Doone, I think I have you now.
But trust yourselves to me, and all may still be well with you.

Throw out your weapons, and then walk out yourselves, with your arms above your heads, and you may have a second chance.

I don't promise--I simply offer you a hope in the place of no hope at all.

Is that a good bargain ?" "I'll see you hung first," answered Ronicky and turned again to his work at the wall.
But it seemed a quite hopeless task.