“All right. Den shtay vere you pe until Penn coomes pack.” “I’ll beg her pardon.” “Vell. Den you must yoost peg _my_ bardon,” said Jan. “Yours. _Sacré!_ I will never do that, at any rate,” roared Jules. “Goot! Den shtay vere you pe. I don’t vant to let you co.” “I’ll do any thing you ask.” Jan went away and was gone for a few moments. Then he came back and set the Frenchman at liberty. He at once hurried to the place where he had left his arms. They were nowhere to be found, and Jan, a perfect arsenal of pistols and knives, was pacing up and down near by, talking with Millicent. “Where are my arms?” roared Jules. “Arms? Vy, dere dey pe, py your sides, hanging vrom your shoulters. Vere else vould dey pe?” “Where is my rifle, you scoundrel?” “Your rifle. Oh, vy didn’t you ask vor it? I pees ’vraid he gets preak, so I puts him avay.” “You have my pistols and knife in your belt; give them up directly.” “Mr. Damand,” said Millicent, advancing, “we have decided to retain your arms until the return of Ben.” “In other words, you mean to keep me sort of prisoner in this place?” “Precisely.” “I will not endure it.” “You must; there is no other course open to you. Jan will not hesitate to shoot you if you attempt to go away. I am satisfied that you would throw obstacles in the way of Ben’s rescue of Bentley. You must be quiet.” “I must, eh? The time will come when you shall repent this. I loved you dearly; I wanted to make you my wife. You scorned my love; you shall feel my hate.” “I fear you not.” “Look here, Shule: vas you vool enough to dalk love mit der young lady? I vill preak you all in bieces. You’s der vust vool I efer sees in all mine life. I dells you as I dinks yoost so. Oh, mein cracious, vat a vool you must pe!” The Frenchman looked as if he would like to commit murder if he had the weapons in his hands. But, fate was against him. “You have every thing your own way now,” he said; “let it pass; I will remain a prisoner.” “We are going this afternoon to the top of the hill to see if father Ben is in sight.” “I will remain here.” “No, you will accompany us; we do not propose that you shall have an opportunity to look for your arms, and turn the tables on us.”