"It is strange that you feel forced to call upon those who cannot say anything for or against you--since they are in the hands of the Germans." Inspiration came suddenly to Fred, and he said nothing.

He gave his uncle stare for stare.
"Well, what have you to say ?" said Mikail, at last.

"What defence have you, spy ?" Still Fred said nothing, and he saw the veins in Mikail's hands swelling with anger.
"So ?" he said, when he understood that Fred would not speak.

"Well, there will be a way to make you talk, doubtless.

I might have you shot now--or hung.