"No," said Charlie, boldly.
"Suppose I say you shall."
"Then," said Charlie, firmly, "I say you are mistaken."
Our hero was a boy of spirit, and had no idea of being disposed of without his own consent. He commenced tugging away at his blue jacket with the intention of pulling it off.
"What are you doing?" asked Randall, with a frown, advancing and laying a heavy hand on the boy's shoulder. "Haven't I told you to keep those clothes on?"
"You have no right to interfere with me," said Charlie, stoutly, his eye flashing with indignation. "Give me back my clothes."
"You can't have them. If you strip off those you have on you'll have to go without any."
Exasperated, Charlie made a spring forward, and attempted to wrest his clothes from the hands of the mate.
"Ha, my fine fellow!" exclaimed Randall, as, evading the boy's grasp, he lifted them beyond his reach. "So you are inclined to be mutinous, are you? Very well, we have a remedy for all such cases, and a very simple one it is."