"I remember something that happened to Billy Longbow—" began Sam Mason.
"Avast, Sam!" interrupted Jack Tiller; "Billy Longbow ain't in it with Mr. Mole at a yarn."
CHAPTER XLIV.
HUNSTON'S TRIALS IN THE HOLD OF THE "WESTWARD HO!"—THE SHINE
WITH HIS PROTECTORS—A STRANGE REVELATION—TROUBLES.
Hunston was, meanwhile, getting into a very bad state of mind.
The mechanical arm was resuming its invidious advance—its mysterious yet none the less terrible attack.
"I feel that I am going off the hooks," he would mutter to himself, grimly, from time to time. "I shall put my old enemy Jack Harkaway to the trouble of burying me after all.
"Well, one good turn deserves another. I buried his brat, he shall bury me. Only he won't get as much for doing for me as I did for his son."
He little dreamt that both young Jack and Harry Girdwood were upon that ship.