Part 25 (1/2)

”Justly punished,” he kept ; ”justly punished, and now it is too late--too late”

”Here y'are, Mas' Don,” cried Jem; ”lots of 'em, and I can't help it, Ito tu noise, as if he were very busysome sacks

”There!” Jem cried at last; ”that's about it Now, Mas' Don, I've made you up a tidy bed; come and lie down”

”No, Jem, no; I'm not sleepy”

”Then Inoise all was still for a few , which told that the great trouble he was in had not been sufficient to keep Jem Wimble awake

Don stood for so of weariness ca his knees up to his chin, e his head upon them

He wanted to think of his position, of his folly, and of the trouble which it had brought upon hiularly from soether there in the darkness, envying the poor fellow, much as he was injured

”But then he has not so et clear away from here, how different I will be”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

HOW TO ESCAPE?

_Ru had shaken hiainst the floor

What did it all h which the sun shone brightly, and as he in that rough loft, in co asleep on some sacks?

Memory filled up the vacuu, and that he had been fast asleep

_Crash_!

That was a bolt shot back, and the noise which awakened hiainst the beam beneath the trap-door

As Don watched he saw the trap, like a square piece of the floor, rise up slowly, and a rough, red face appear, framed in hair

”shi+p ahoy!” shouted the owner of the face ”What cheer, messmates?

Want your hot water?”

Just then the ht, and who had kept on pushi+ng up the trap-door with his head, gave it a final thrust, and the door fell over with a loud _flap_, which made Jem Wimble sit up, with his face so swollen and bruised that his eyes were half-closed; and this and his dirty face gave hie

”What's the matter?” he said sharply ”Who are you? I--where--was--to ? No: we're pressed!”

”Pressed you are, my lads; and Bosun Jones has sent you up some hot slops and soft tack There you are Find your own tablecloth and silliver spoons”