"Wery good," said Carl. "Ve vill discuss the question of wengeance, if
you like."' And drawing the pistol from _his_ pocket, he coolly
presented it at Sprowl's head. "Vat for you dodge? You think, maybe, the
discussion vould not be greatly to your adwantage?"
Lysander felt for his sword, found that gone also, and muttered again,
"Villain!"
"Did somepody say somepody is a willain?" remarked Carl. "I should not
be wery much surprised if that vas so. Willains nowdays is cheap. I have
known a great wariety since secesh times pegan. But as for your
particular case, sir, I peg to give some adwice. There is some ladies
present, and you must keep quiet. Do you remember how I vas kept quiet
ven I vas _your_ prisoner? I had pracelets on. And do you remember I vas
putting some supper in my pocket ven you took me to show you the cave?
Veil, I make von great mishtake; instead of supper, vat I vas putting in
my pocket vas them wery pracelets!"
And Carl produced the handcuffs. At that moment Penn and Cudjo arrived;
and Lysander, observing them, submitted to his fate with beautiful
resignation. The irons were put on, and Carl mounted guard over him with
the pistol.