Part 25 (2/2)

”I told you, a fisher-boy!” cried Archy i not to offend his visitor, who possessed the power of conferring freedo sharply

”Not you Look like a wild beast in a cage Like a monkey”

”You insolent--”

Archy checked hihed

”It was your turn yesterday, it's hed and fleered at h and fleer at you now I say, you do look a ruhis teht with low, common fellows like you, but if you do not come round and let me out, next time we meet I'll have a bit of rope's-end ready for you”

Ra, low fit of laughter

”You rope's-end me!” he said ”Why, I could tie you up in a knot, and heave you off the cliff any day What a game! Bit of ame rope's-end! Dressed up with a dirty face and a bit o' canvas! Go back aboard, and put on your uniform Ha! Ha! Ha!”

”Onceto keep you here till the gentlefolks get up, and then I'll bring 'ee, just like they do in the shohen you pay a penny See you for nothing, middy I say, where's your sword? Why don't you draw it, and coht you with a stick”

”You insolent young scoundrel!” cried Archy, darting his hand through between the bars, overco Ram by the collar

To his astonishh, placing the his hands behind, and uttering a sharp whistle

It was a trap, and thehim to rouse hiainst the bars, so that he could not even wrench round his head as he heard the door behind hireat rough hand was placed over his eyes, pressing his head back, a handkerchief was ja voice say, ”Hold hi his arms to his sides, and another secured his ankles

”Now a handkerchief,” said the gruff voice ”Fold it wide Be ready!”

The ave his head a jerk, but the effort was vain, for the hand over his eyes gave place to a broad handkerchief, which was tightly tied behind, and then a fierce voice whispered in his ear,--

”Keep still, or you'll get your weasand slit D'ye hear?”

But in spite of the threat the lad, frenzied now by rage and exciteled so hard that a fresh rope ound round him, and he was lifted up by two e singing in his ears, a feeling as if the blood was flooding his eyes, a peculiar, hot, suffocating feeling in his breast, and then he seeo off into a painful, feverish sleep, for he knew nowith dread, Celia had hurried up to her own room, to try and think as best to be done She had secured the door of the roo oods, he would, thehelp, there would perhaps be a desperate fight, with ed away to prison

Her first thought was to go to her father, but she shrank fro this as her mother would probably be asleep, and in her delicate state the alarrown learned in the ways of the s on several occasionspermission--at times when Sir Risdon ay froht to see if the s and bales; hence her presence during the scene, and when she had awakened to the fact that the midshi+pman had played spy and was ready to denounce her father, she felt that all was over

Three ti at the head of the stairs for sounds from belohere her prisoner was confined, Celia had crept on tiptoe to her father's door, only to shrink away again not daring to speak

For ould he say to her? She thought She had no right to be downstairs watching the acts of the se of these nocturnal proceedings

At last, bewildered, anxious, and worn-out, she knelt down by her bed, to consider with her head in her hands, ready for kindly nature to bring her co brightly in at her