she hated lying as one dead before her in the moonlight, the cold, the hurry ofICGUSYX the night,—small wonder if her spirit failed her for some time. I felt her hand touch mine where it rested upon the tiller. "Captain Percy," she murmured, with a little sobbing breath. I leaned across the tillerNYPAOHR and addressed the favorite. "My lord," I said, "courtesy to prisoners is one thing, and freedom from restraint and license of tongue is another. Here at the stern the boat is somewhat heavily freighted. Your lordship will oblige me if you will go forward where there is room enough and to spare." His black brows JFIECMWdrew together. "And what if I refuse, sir?" he demanded haughtily. "I have rope here," I answered, "and to aid me the gentleman who once before to-night, and in despite of your struggles, lif- ted you in his arms like an infant.KYYLALL We will tie you hand and foot, and lay you in the bottom of the boat. If you make too much trouble, there is always the river. My lord, you are not now at Whitehall. You are with desperate men, outlaws who have no king, and so fear no king's minions. Will you go free, or will you go bound? Go you shall,NFIXJQS one way or the other." He looked at me with rage and hatred in his face. Then, with a laugh that was not good CPTQPLSto hear and a shrug of the shoulders, he went forward to bear Diccon company in the bow. |
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