“When did you see him last?” said the founder.
“A week ago.”
“Where?”
“In the woods,” replied Gil, who submitted to the examination as it were in obedience to Mace’s eyes.
“And what passed there?” said the founder.
“I’ll tell you,” replied Gil. “I found him prying into my affairs, and I seized him.”
“And threatened him?”
“Yes; I swore I would hang him to the yard-arm of my ship if I caught him again.”
“Yes—and then?”
“Then I let him go.”