“Do you know these boys?”
“I’ve seen ’em at Beachampton,” said our friend.
“You don’t know how they came aboard, eh?”
“No, I can’t say as how I can say, ’zactly, cap’en.”
“Well, then tie ’em up to the windlass and fetch me a rope’s-end. Now, my jokers,” added he, turning to us, “I’ve sworn to larrup every stowaway I ever finds in my brig, and I’m a going to larrup you now!”
Chapter Eight.
“A Friend in Need.”
Jorrocks had no option but, first, to proceed to pinion us, and then tie us separately to the windlass, using us as kindly as he could in the operation and with a sympathising expression on his face—that said as plainly as looks could speak, “I am really very sorry for this; but I told you what you might expect, and I can’t help it!”