"I don't
use that kind of stuff, but water--"
"This is water," replied the Frenchman, pouring a few drops onto the
floor before the submarine boy's eyes.
Jack's throat ached at sight of the water. "I suppose you've come here
to eat and drink, in order to torment me?" asked Captain Benson.
"It must give you huge pleasure to watch me," suggested Gaston, taking a
swallow from the bottle.
"About the only pleasure I could get from watching you," retorted the
boy ironically, "would be if I could see you swinging from the end of
a rope that was tied in a tight noose around your neck!"
"Perhaps that will happen to you--yet," hinted Gaston, looking keenly
at the boy.
"Humph!" muttered Jack. "How would that help your rascally crowd?"
It was plain that the chauffeur didn't really want to eat or drink, but
that he had been tormenting the captive. Now Gaston carefully placed
the sandwiches and the bottle of water where young Benson couldn't
possibly reach them.
"You've been having too pleasant a time here," glared the Frenchman,
bending over the boy. "You haven't yet suffered enough to be ready for
the plans that we have for you."
With that the chauffeur threw himself a-top of the boy, striking him
a blow in the face.
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