CHAPTER TWELVE

Fighting was eschewed on the first day we met Kyle but I knew that fighting was ineluctable in the long run. Mr.Cliff and his men were manacled in a room and they were fed regularly. Sometimes, they refused food while other times they shoved a few morsels of food down their throats. I could see they were worn out, spent and humiliated and we were ready to compound their plight if we observed further treachery.