Archy had not long to wait before the pair halted by the stack of kegs, to which the four carried by the man were added, and this done they turned and came toward him.
At this moment, after excitedly watching them, the midshipman became convinced.
The bearer of the lanthorn was his young enemy—the boy.
Chapter Twenty.
Raystoke looked round him for a weapon, but the only thing visible was a stone, and not feeling disposed to descend to such a barbarous means of offence or defence, he drew himself up, burning with indignation, but waiting for the others to commence speaking.
He had not long to wait.
“Hullo, sailor!” cried Ram; “like some milk?”
“You rascal!” burst out Archy, taking a step toward the lad, but feeling directly a strong hand upon his arm to hold him back.