“Down here! Stop! stop!” he yelled, and dashed after me.
Yates followed, and so did my guardian as soon as he could descend. I had a fair start, and was just congratulating myself upon getting away, when I ran up against one of the rocky mounds scattered all over the island.
I looked around to the right and to the left for a way to escape, but discovered none. Then I attempted to scale the rocks, but had hardly got halfway to the top when Avery caught me by the foot.
“Let go!” I cried.
“Not much I won’t!” he responded. “Come down here.”
I tried to kick him, and did so, though not very hard. Then he gave a strong pull, and I came down in a heap.
“You can’t come it over me,” he cried.
He had landed directly on top of me; but I began to squirm at a lively rate, and he soon saw that he would not be able to hold me.
“Lie still, or I’ll give you a crack on the head!”