Chapter 12 CAPTAIN ARCOLL SENDS A MESSAGE

I once read-I think in some Latin writer-the story of a man who was crushed to a jelly by the mere repeated touch of many thousand hands. His murderers were not harsh, but an infinite repetition of the gentlest handling meant death. I do not suppose that I was very brutally manhandled in the cave. I was trussed up tight and carried out to the open,