I have got him." It was a lad of some fifteen years old this time.

He struggled furiously till Desmond placed a pistol against his head, and told him that he would blow his brains out if he was not quiet, and taking out the handcuffs fastened them on to his ankles.
"There is no fear of his doing any running now.

Just come and sit down by this wall, my lad, and remember if you make the slightest sound I will run my sword through your body." The lad shuffled to the wall and sat down.

Ralph released his grasp of the girl.
"This is a regular young wildcat, Desmond.

She very nearly got my hand in her mouth, and if she had she would have bitten a piece out.