"That is my name."
"Then, apart from the pleasure I have in seeing you here, I have but one greater joy, and that is that I am able to treat you like this."
The officer spat in Allen's face.
The Green Mountain hero's hands were manacled, but he raised them and brought them down with such force on the man's face that he fell headlong on the deck.
Instantly Allen was surrounded with bayonets.
He was considered dangerous, and had to be forced back into the prison inclosure.
The vessel set sail, and every day the captain taunted the prisoners with their captivity, and took every means to make them suffer.
Some days, when the weather was more than ordinarily oppressive, he would order that no water should be given, and as the food consisted of salt pork and bread, or ship's biscuit, it can be well imagined how much they all suffered.
After the vessel had been out twenty days one of the prisoners crawled up to Allen and whispered into his ear:
"Can we live much longer like this?"