"That's just what I am going to do," said he, taking a bottle of whiskey from under the seat, and pouring a quantity down his throat.
Perhaps he was afraid that his courage would fail him, if he were not again fortified by the fiend which had doubtless inspired the evil deed he had done to me.
"I can believe anything of you now, Mr. Whippleton," added Marian, courageously.
"Believe anything you please, Miss Collingsby. You will have all you want to do to think of yourself, without troubling your head about Phil. I have taught him to mind his own business, and I am going to repeat the lesson upon you. Go into the cabin!"
"Won't you release Philip—at least, untie his wrists?"
"No, I won't. Go into the cabin, and stay there. I don't mean to have you on deck."
He moved towards her, and she was compelled to retire to the cabin in order to escape further violence. I felt that I was alone then. My worst, and it seemed to me then my last, catastrophe had come. I regretted my blunder in going to sleep, and the future was dark and uncertain.
CHAPTER XXV.
IN WHICH PHIL SUFFERS MUCH PAIN, AND MARIAN IS VERY RESOLUTE.