The only thing that kept me going was that I was pretty furious.

It made me boil with rage to think of those three spies getting the pull on me like this.

I hoped that at any rate I might be able to twist one of their necks before they downed me.
The more I thought of it the angrier I grew, and I had to get up and move about the room.

I tried the shutters, but they were the kind that lock with a key, and I couldn't move them.

From the outside came the faint clucking of hens in the warm sun.