“You wouldn’t dare to. I’d tell my father, and he’d——”
“What would he do?”
“He’d stop you.”
“We’ll see if he will.”
Septimus took a strong cord from his pocket, and seizing the boy’s hands, prepared to tie them together in spite of his cries.
“What are you going to do?” asked Frank in a tone of apprehension.
“I am going to give you a lesson,” answered Septimus coolly.
Frank struggled to free himself, but Septimus was too strong for him.
Nat Barclay turned to Bernard.
“Shall we let him hurt little Frank?” he asked.