"No, but he is so young."
"Go back to bed. I will see to him."
"You will let him go," said Derrice, snatching her hand and pressing it to her lips. "I see it in your eye."
CHAPTER XXI.
MISS GASTONGUAY INTERVIEWS HER PRISONER.
Miss Gastonguay found Prosperity sitting in the shadow of the wash-tubs, holding one end of a long rope that he had knotted firmly around his prisoner's waist.
The young burglar, seeing that nothing could be done, had fallen asleep. Prosperity was presiding over his slumbers in fascinated awe, and nearly jumped out of his skin when Miss Gastonguay touched him on the shoulder.
"Go join your brother," and she pointed to Tribulation, who was patrolling the kitchen passage, holding over his shoulder a Revolutionary musket that he had brought from the attic.
"You'll hold the prisoner?" said Prosperity, surrendering the rope to her.