Chapter 52

With his hands lashed together on the bed, and this time feigning sleep, he tried to see the way out. Three men were in the room with him now, and for a time he was inclined to curse himself for a fool. Better almost to have let the old man be burnt again--and got away himself for help. But no man--certainly not Drummond--could have allowed such a thing to take place if it was in his power to prevent it. Besides, Freyder's face was an immense compensation. Why were they torturing him? There could only be one re…