And the better they are drilled, the longer they will keep it up.

That is what I want you for--to help make that mob of rags into an army.

By God! you can do it, and I am willing to pay the price." I got up, and walked across the cabin, apparently struggling with temptation, arguing the matter over with myself.

In very truth, however, there was little choice.

Either I must coincide with his desire, or be thrust helplessly back into my old quarters, under guard.
There was no mercy, no weakness, behind the smile with which he watched me.