“Then stand clear!” The buckle of the man’s belt whined savagely as he whirled it over his shoulder.
But my uncle cried out before the blow fell.
“I can’t stand it!” he cried. “Let me down!”
“Where are they, then?”
“I’ll show you if you’ll let me down.”
They cast off the handkerchiefs and he pulled his coat over his fat, round shoulders. The seamen stood round him, the most intense curiosity and excitement upon their swarthy faces.
“No gammon!” cried the man with the freckles. “We’ll kill you joint by joint if you try to fool us. Now then! Where are they?”
“In my bedroom.”
“Where is that?”
“The room above.”