"Or, you can let him go.

He won't miss the way out." "But," argued Milo, stubbornly retaining his grip on the ragged shirt collar, "I don't agree with you.

I'm going to keep him here and lock him up, till--" He got no further.

The sight of the open door leading to freedom was too much for the youth's stolidity.

Twisting suddenly, he drove his yellow teeth deep into the fleshy part of Standish's hand.