Wilson sat in front of the window, the shade of which had been drawn down, and the other guard was near the door.

Both men had their revolvers drawn, and, from their positions, and Le Gaire's attitude, apparently trouble was anticipated.

He was in the middle of the room, with hands clinched and eyes blazing, and wheeled to face me as I entered.
"Oh, it's you, is it!" he exclaimed, sudden anger sweeping away every vestige of control.

"I may be a prisoner, but I'll be damned if I'll keep still.

This whole affair is an outrage.