Hold him on his feet, you fellows." I stood helpless, my arms bound, gripped tightly on either side, gazing full into the villain's face; out of the depth of despair and defeat there had come an animating ray of hope--they were going to take me with them.

Even as a prisoner I should be near her.

Would yet be able to dig out the truth.
"You take heem along, Monsieur ?" It was Broussard's voice.

"Zat vat you mean ?" "Certainly--why not?
There's plenty of work for another hand on board.
Trust me to break him in.

Come, hustle the lad along, boys.