The man's face was twitching now, moisture began to ooze from his forehead, as the callous brutality of the scowling faces seemed to get him--and then he lurched suddenly forward in his chair.
"My God!" he cried out, a ring of terror in his voice "What do you mean to do?
You'll pay for it! They'll get you! The servants will be back in a minute." "Two skirts!" jeered Clarie Deane.

"We ain't goin' ter run away from them.

If they comes before we goes, we'll fix 'em.

That minute's up!" Stangeist licked his lips with his tongue.
"Suppose--suppose I refuse ?" he said hoarsely.
"You can suit yerself," said Clarie Deane, with a vicious grin.

"We know the paper's there, an' we gets it before we leaves here--see?
You can take yer choice.