"You have made up your mind, I suppose, that you do not care about life.
Remember that it is not we who are your executioners.

You have an easy choice." "If you mean," Engleton said, "will I purchase my liberty by letting you two blackguards off free, for this and for your dirty card-sharping, I say no! I will take my chances of life to the last second.

Afterwards I shall know that I am revenged.

Men don't go happily through life with the little black devil sitting on their shoulders." "We'll take our risk," Forrest said thickly.

"You have chosen, then?
This is your last chance." "Absolutely!" Engleton answered.
Forrest took out the phial from his pocket and held his handkerchief on the palm of his hand.
"Open the door, will you, Cecil," he said, "so that we can carry him out." Cecil opened it, and came slowly back to where Forrest was counting the drops which fell from the bottle on to his handkerchief.