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"We are not all murderers, er other than that which is co behind us, thicker and thicker, higher and higher, at the bending unwales "It's enough," hethe tiller into his hands went forward to reef the sail When it was done and I was back in , captain?"

"I don't know"

"If you leave that sail up er, you will land us at the bottom of the river"

"There are worse places," I replied

He left his seat, and h with caution, to one nearer Mistress Percy "Are cold and storm and peril sweeter to you, lady, than waruard you froer?" he said in a whisper "Do you not wish this boat the Santa Teresa, these rude boards the velvet cushions of her state cabin, this darkness her ht shut out and love shut in?"

His audacity, if it angered 's ward She shrank froht, the pursuing feet, the struggle at the wharf, her wounded arm of which she had not told, the terror of the white sail rising as if byas one dead before her in the ht,--small wonder if her spirit failed her for some time I felt her hand touch mine where it rested upon the tiller "Captain Percy," shebreath

I leaned across the tiller and addressed the favorite "My lord," I said, "courtesy to prisoners is one thing, and freedoue is another Here at the stern the boat is soe h and to spare"

His black brows drew together "And what if I refuse, sir?" he dehtily

"I have rope here," I answered, "and to aid ht, and in despite of your struggles, lifted you in his arms like an infant We will tie you hand and foot, and lay you in the bottom of the boat If you make too much trouble, there is always the river My lord, you are not now at Whitehall You are with desperate 's o bound? Go you shall, one way or the other"