The thunder of the sea seemed almost above their heads.

The little lamp on the table by Engleton's side gave little more than a weird, unnatural light around the circle in which he sat.
"That isn't quite all that we came to say," Forrest remarked coldly.
"To tell you the truth we have had enough of playing jailer." "I can assure you," Engleton answered, "that I have had equally enough of being your prisoner." "We are agreed, then," Forrest continued smoothly.

"You will probably be relieved when I tell you that we have decided to end it." Engleton rose to his feet.
"So much the better," he said.

"You might keep me here till doomsday, and the end would be the same." "We do not propose," Forrest continued, "to keep you here till doomsday, or anything like it.

What we have come to say to you is this--that if you still refuse to give your promise--I need not say more than that--we are going to set you free." "Do you mean that literally ?" Engleton asked.
"Perhaps not altogether as you would wish to understand it," Forrest admitted.