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A loud murmur of applause came from the company. Axel Regor and Max Graub glanced at Leroy, and saw in his face that his decision was unalterable. "Then we will work for the Cause, also," said Max Graub resignedly. "What you determine upon, we shall do, shall we not, Axel?" Axel Regor gave a brief assent. Sergius Thord looked at them all straightly and keenly. "You have finally decided?"
"What ails you?" said Leroy, glancing at his friends with an amazed air "Are you quarrelling?" "Quarrelling!" echoed Max Graub, "Why, no but what man will have his beer upset without complaint? Tell me that!" "You upset it!" said Regor angrily "I did not." "You did!" retorted Graub, "and because I pushed you for it, you showed me a pistol in your pocket! I object to be shown a pistol.
Pasquin Leroy, whose eyes had been riveted on her from the first to the last word of her oration, now started as from a dream, and rose up half-unconsciously, passing his hand across his brow, as though to exorcise some magnetic spell that had crept over his brain. His face was flushed, his pulses were throbbing quickly. His companions, Max Graub and Axel Regor, looked at him inquisitively.
The three strangers advanced. "Your names? Each one answer separately, please!" "Pasquin Leroy!" "Axel Regor!" "Max Graub!" "Of what nationality, Pasquin Leroy?" Leroy smiled. "Truly I claim none!" he said; "I was born a slave." "A slave!" The words were repeated in tones of astonishment round the room. "Why, yes, a slave!" repeated Leroy quietly.
"And now, gentlemen," he proceeded; "I should perhaps make some excuses for my two friends, known to you as Max Graub and Axel Regor. I told you I would be responsible for their conduct, and, so far as they have been permitted to go, they have behaved well!
Regor looked at him, and a speechless devotion filled and softened his eyes. Certain words spoken to him by a woman he loved echoed through his brain, and he murmured: "Nay, by the God above us, if death is in question, I will die rather than let you die!"
Something there was in the magnetic depth of her eyes that strangely embarrassed him, for he stepped back hastily as though intimidated. Axel Regor took the pen from his hand, and wrote his name, or rather scrawled it carelessly, almost impatiently, showing neither hesitation nor repugnance to this unusual method of subscribing a document.
Six lights at one end, six lights at the other, that is twelve; and in the centre the Thirteenth the red Eye looking into the sepulchral urn! It is all up with us!" Leroy said nothing, but the face of the man called Axel Regor grew suddenly very pale. He drew Leroy a little aside.
You can ask me more of my country if you will; but a slave has no country save that of his master. If you care at all for my services, you will spare me further examination on this subject!" Zegota looked enquiringly at Thord. "We will pass that question," said the latter, in a low tone. Zegota resumed "You, Axel Regor are you a slave too?" Axel Regor smiled languidly. "No!
"Nothing would happen save this, that you would be bound by a solemn oath never to reveal what you had heard or seen here to-night, and that you would from henceforth be tracked every day and hour of your life by those who would take care that you kept your oath!" "You see!" exclaimed Axel Regor excitedly, "There is danger " "Danger? Of what?" asked Pasquin Leroy coldly; "Of death?
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