Part 54 (2/2)
”Wish we'd took a prisoner, or knocked one or tn Why, here is one”
There was a buzz of voices, and Archy felt himself hoisted up
”Can you stand? Not wounded, are you? Who cut him down?”
”Well, I'm 'fraid it was me,” said one of the familiar voices ”Why, he is a prisoner ready made”
”What? Here, cut him loose, lads Hullo, my lad, who are you?”
”Take this off,” panted Archy in a stifled voice; and then, as the sack was dragged over his head, he uttered a sigh, and staggered, and would have fallen, had not one of the ht him
”Hold up, lad Not hurt, are you?”
”No,” said Archy hoarsely
”Who are you? What were they going to do with you?”
”Don't you know me, Mr Gurr?”
”Mr Raystoke!”
The rest of his speech, if he said anything, was drowned in a hearty cheer as the lad!” cried the master ”We've been ashore a dozen tiht you must have run away”
”Run away!” cried Archy huskily ”I've been a prisoner”
”Those were slers, then?”
”Yes,” cried Archy; ”but they shall s-places are, and we'll hunt them down”
”Hooray!” shouted the ht,a bit of a patrol,” said Gurr
”The skipper thought that perhaps weor another, and we have and no mistake But what's the ot a blow on the shoulder, and then soave me a chop with a cutlass”
”That was you, Dirty dick! I did see that,” cried one of the men
”Well, I don't say it warn't me Hoas I to knoas a orsifer in the dark, and smothered up like that?”
”Are you wounded, then?” cried the master excitedly
”No; it felton me after I was down”