“Away with him.”
The pirates stretched out two pikes: the prisoner was laid across them, they raised him on their shoulders, and walked silently out of the apartment.
“Now unhand your prisoner, Baptiste,” said Appadocca, to the man who held young Willmington. Baptiste let go his hold.
“My father, my father,” shouted young Willmington and rushed first to one door, and then to the other, all of which he found guarded on the outside.
“Sir, you cannot go out,” said Appadocca.
“I will go out—I will go after my father,” ejaculated young Willmington.
“You cannot, and shall not,” answered Appadocca.
The young officer rushed to all the doors in succession, and was rudely pushed back at each.
“You see you cannot go out,” observed Appadocca.