Part 22 (1/2)
”Bravo, boy! That's right; but we're English, and going to be your et at the French; then you ht Don by the hips, and with a dexterous Cornish wrestling trick, raised hihtly beside Jeo, because you're such a boy, but you've got the pluck of a row”
He stepped quickly to the entrance, and Don struggled to his feet, and dashed at hiainst the door, which was banged in his face, and locked
”The cowards!” panted Don, as he stood there in the darkness ”Why, Jeo”
”No, Mas' Don, that they won't”
”I never thought the press-gang would dare to do such a thing as this”
”I did, sir They'd press the ot the chance”
”But what are we to do?”
”I d'know, sir”
”We must let riood?”
”Not a bit, sir”
”But my uncle--my mother, ill they think?”
”I'll tell yer, sir”
”Yes?”
”They'll think you've run away, so as not to have to go 'fore the ? Think I'm a thief?”
”I didn't say that, sir; but so sure as you don't go home, they'll think you've cut away”
”Je voice, as he recalled the bundle he had made up, and the drawer left open
”Well, sir, you was allus a-wanting to go abroad, and get away from the desk,” said Jeot your chance”
”But that was all nonsense, Je then like a stupid, discontented boy I don't want to go What will they say?”
”Dunno what they'll say,” said Jem dolefully, ”but I knohather, but that was because I too was a hidyut I didn't want to go and leave her, poor little lass Too fond on her, Mas' Don She only shows a bit o'
temper”
”Jem, she'll think you've run away and deserted her”
”Safe, Mas' Don You see, I , and she saw me take it out under my arm, and she called to me to stop, but I wouldn't, because I was so waxy”