If he conquers, I have only put off the date of your death and your sister's, and have laid my own neck under the axe.

Those are your chances--this is all I can do." He paused, and Trudaine again endeavored to speak such words as might show that he was not unworthy of the deadly risk which Lomaque was prepared to encounter.

But once more the chief agent peremptorily and irritably interposed: "I tell you, for the third time," he said, "I will listen to no expressions of gratitude from you till I know when I deserve them.

It is true that I recollect your father's timely kindness to me--true that I have not forgotten what passed, five years since at your house by the river-side.

I remember everything, down to what you would consider the veriest trifle--that cup of coffee, for instance, which your sister kept hot for me.