Whatever you may think of our conduct to-night, you will thank us for it to-morrow morning, when you see where you are." The unhappy man stamped with rage.

The red glare of the lanthorn showed him his two powerful warders, standing right and left.

He felt that there was no escape from them, but in darkness; and suddenly he dashed at the lanthorn, and tried to tear it out of Wynd's hands.
"Steady, sir!" said Wynd, springing back, and parrying his outstretched hand.

"If you wish us to consider you in your senses, you will be quiet." "And if you don't choose to appear sane," said Naylor, "you must not be surprised if we treat you as men are treated who--you understand me." Elsley was silent awhile; his rage, finding itself impotent, subsided into dark cunning.

"Really, gentlemen," he said at length, "I believe you are right; I have been very foolish, and you very kind; but you would excuse my absurdities if you knew their provocation." "My dear sir," said Naylor, "we are bound to believe that you have good cause enough for what you are doing.