But he will when I talk to him." I could not speak.

I was fascinated by this wretch: it was reptile and rabbit with us.

Treachery I knew he meant; my death, for one; my death was certain; and yet I could not speak.
"Then talk to him, for God's sake," cried Rattray, "and I shall be only too glad if you can talk some sense into him.

I've tried, and failed." "I shall not fail," said Santos softly.

"But it is better that he has a leetle time to think over it calmly; better steel for 'im to slip upon it, as you say.