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“ Suddenly a distant shout clashed upon Darrell's senses, like a crashing peal of thunder, followed swiftly by another. There was the sound of stones rattling down a slope. Some one snapped out a sharp order, and the crawling motion of the cord ceased, leaving Darrell dazed and wondering.
An instant later, he was conscious of a vague, uneasy movement in the circle of waiting men. Presently he heard the padding of feet; swift, staccato sentences jerked out in a breathless voice; then a sudden uproar all around him. ”

“ More and more clearly to the helpless man's tortured senses loomed up that ghastly scene in Nagasaki, each tiny detail clear, distinct, and vivid. He saw again the high-backed teakwood chair, pierced with its rows of holes, like a huge cribbage board. ”

“ The first pale streaks of dawn, sifting into the tent, fell upon a face in which the lines of mental and physical pain had been replaced by dogged inflexibility of purpose. Darrell had determined that his captors should have no satisfaction from him. He would play the game to the bitter end; striving to implant in the mind of their leader a carking, nagging doubt as to whether, after all, there might not be some truth in his story. ”