? ? ? ? "The boy's got grit!" said one of the men to the other.
? ? ? ? "Yes, but it won't save him. Boy, are you going to write what I told you?"
? ? ? ? "No."
? ? ? ? "Are you not afraid that we will kill you?"
? ? ? ? "You have power to do it."
? ? ? ? "Don't you want to live?"
? ? ? ? "Yes. Life is sweet to a boy of sixteen."
? ? ? ? "Then why don't you write?"
? ? ? ? "Because I think it would be taking a mean advantage of Mr. Pettigrew."
? ? ? ? "You are a fool. Roderick, what shall we do with him?"
? ? ? ? "Tell him simply to write that he is in our hands."
? ? ? ? "Well thought of. Boy, will you do that?"
? ? ? ? "Yes."
? ? ? ? Rodney gave his consent for he was anxious that Mr. Pettigrew should know what had prevented him from coming home when he was expected.
? ? ? ? "Very well, write! You will know what to say."
? ? ? ? Rodney drew the paper to him, and wrote as follows:
? ? ? ? Dear Mr.
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