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"He juroan and writhing underat ht you ha' coons isSam--come, come, never scowl on Sam--nobody never quarrels with the Smiler, I'm friends wi' everyone, I am, friend"

"Why then--loose the child!" says I

"Child? Ha, is't this little rogueling ye ht the boy's ear and wrung it 'twixt vicious thu out of reach ondrous agility and stood patting plu more kindly than ever, the while I cut the cords that bound the boy's wrists, ith an up-flung, wondering look at one

"Now ain--any of ye--and I'll beat your fat carcass to a jelly"

"No, no!" quoth he, "you can't quarrel wi' me, the S Sam, friend!"

"Stand still and see!" says I But hereupon he retreated to the ladder and I, feelingthe rope's-end at the fellow and stepping out backward, clapped to the door So hat speed I -hole And here I saw I had left e cohty athirst I reached the deood water tasted ill on ely close and airless and I in great heat, wherefore I tore offoff my shoes, castat the lanthorn I was seized of sudden, great dread, though of what I knew not; and ever as rewI dreaded was Sleep, and fain would I have started up, but, even then, sleep seized me, and strive hoould my eyes closed and I fell into deep and fear-haunted slumber