“You’ll do,” he said. “I thought we’d let you go, because you’re such a boy, but you’ve got the pluck of a man, and you’ll soon grow.”
He stepped quickly to the entrance, and Don struggled to his feet, and dashed at him again, but only flung himself against the door, which was banged in his face, and locked.
“The cowards!” panted Don, as he stood there in the darkness. “Why, Jem!”
“Yes, Mas’ Don.”
“They won’t let us go.”
“No, Mas’ Don, that they won’t.”
“I never thought the press-gang would dare to do such a thing as this.”
“I did, sir. They’d press the monkeys out of a wild beast show if they got the chance.”
“But what are we to do?”
“I d’know, sir.”