"I swear to God--" "Shut the door!" The man obeyed.
"Now, then," said Lee, with a broad, gratified smile, laying down his whip and pistol within reach, and comfortably settling the pillows behind his back, "we'll have a quiet confab.

A sort of old-fashioned talk, eh?
You're not looking well, Manuel.

You're drinking too much again.

It spoils your complexion." "Let me go, captain," pleaded the man, emboldened by the good-humored voice, but not near enough to notice a peculiar light in the speaker's eye.
"You've only just come, Manuel; and at considerable trouble, too.

Well, what have you got to say?
What's all this about?
What are you doing here ?" The captured man shuffled his feet nervously, and only uttered an uneasy laugh of coarse discomfiture.
"I see.