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Louis Glotte understood the true situation at last, and the cold sweat stood out on his forehead. James Morris had a pistol in his hand, and the Frenchman saw that all of the others were also armed.
"So I am your prisonair?" he said slowly. "For vat, tell me zat?"
"You know well enough," put in Dave.
As James Morris' pistol came up the Fre