CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-SIXTH.
"Next night, when the same opportunity presented itself, I changed my petition, 'If I can feel him all over with a wanton hand,' I vowed, 'and he not know it, I will give him two of the gamest fighting-cocks, for his silence.' The lad nestled closer to me of his own accord, on hearing this offer, and I truly believe that he was afraid that I was asleep.

I made short work of his apprehensions on that score, however, by stroking and fondling his whole body.

I worked myself into a passionate fervor that was just short of supreme gratification.

Then, when day dawned, I made him happy with what I had promised him.

When the third night gave me my chance, I bent close to the ear of the rascal, who pretended to be asleep.