"You guard him now while I see what the pantry
has to offer. Keep him covered with your gun, for he is desperate and may
jump you."
"I'll guard him, all right," was the reply.
"Good! Of course, it is easy enough to shoot him, but I would rather have
him swim a while first."
CHAPTER XXVIII.
FIGHT AND ESCAPE.
Duval returned a few moments later with sandwiches and milk, which he
placed upon a table at one side of the room. He drew up three chairs and
motioned the other two to seats. Then, with his revolver upon the table
near him, he sat down himself.
"Don't stand on ceremony," he said to Hal. "This will be your last meal
on earth, so you may as well make the most of it. Pitch in."
"Thanks," replied Hal, showing no sign of fear.
He picked up a sandwich and proceeded to eat it with apparent relish.
Light now filtered through a window at the far end of the room. Duval
glanced at his watch.
"Mon Dieu!" he exclaimed. "I had no idea it was so late."
"What time is it?" asked Hal calmly.
"I can't see as it makes any difference to you," said Duval, with an evil
leer.
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