"Oh, yes, there must be no more promenades, honorable Ned," chuckled the Jap.
Ned could have throttled the grinning rascal then and there. But he reflected that to make any break to escape would probably result in serious consequences for himself. It was a lonely part of the Neck and concealed from the view of the little-traveled path that led through the brush.
Besides, he thought that possibly another chance to get away might present itself. If he proved troublesome, the two rascals would take double pains to secure him, whereas if they thought he was thoroughly subdued they might not be so particular.
With this thought in mind, he threw back his head proudly and walked across the rickety gangway with a firm step.
"At least, I won't let them see that they can scare a sailor of Uncle Sam's," he thought, looking defiantly into the grimacing face of Kenworth.
As soon as he was on board, the gangplank was drawn in. Then Saki addressed the involuntary guest.
"Hold out your hands, please, honorable sir."
"What for?" demanded Ned, although he guessed what was coming. They were going to bind him again.
But this time Ned guessed wrong. That is, on the present occasion the two worthies had clearly decided to use no ordinary methods of insuring the safety of their prisoner.
"I wish to present you with some jewelry," said Saki, with a grin that made Ned wild to give the oily, grimacing ruffian a good drubbing.