Chapter Twenty Nine.
Back in Bonds.
“That’s the way I do with the rabbuds, shipmet,” said the man laughing.
“You dog! you scoundrel!” panted Hilary, continuing his ineffectual struggle.
“Better be still, boy,” said the man coolly. “You’ll only hurt yourself.”
As he spoke he wrested the cutlass from the young man’s hand, after which he coolly took out a tobacco-bag and helped himself to a quid.
Hilary felt his helplessness, and after another furious effort, during which he partly raised his captor from his position of ’vantage, he lay still and looked in the man’s face.
“Look here!” he said; “what’ll you take to let me go?”
The man looked at him in an amused fashion, and then laughed.
“Do you hear?” cried Hilary. “Come, get off me; you hurt my chest.”