Never mind where I am going, or what I am going to do." Then a spasm of pain shot across the poor fellow's face.

Calm as he tried to keep himself, it was plain that his burned hand and arm were causing him great suffering.
"Won't you come with us," pleaded Dick, "and get that arm of yours attended to?
We'll take you to the right place." "To the right place ?" mocked Garwood harshly.

"Right into the camp of my enemies, I suppose?
Among those who deride my great invention, and yet who would capture me and steal my wonderful discovery from me.

Boys, I have already told you that if you follow me, you will follow me to grave harm.

Beware in time.
Run! Leave me! Or your fates be on your own heads, for I am master of the world and can force you to obey me!" As Garwood spoke the last words another change crossed his face.
He reached into an inner coat pocket.
"You will not obey me," he remarked.