"You are my prisoner.

I know you to be a pirate.

At any rate you will have to prove yourself to be an honest man before you quit this hut a free man.
Mother, leave this place, that I may lock the door upon him." The widow did not move, but Gascoyne made a step towards her son.
"Another step and I will fire.

Your blood shall be on your own head, Gascoyne." As Gascoyne still advanced, Henry pointed the pistol straight at his breast and pulled the trigger, but no report followed; the priming, indeed, flashed in the pan, but that was all! With a cry of rage and defiance, Henry leaped upon Gascoyne like a young lion.

He struck at him with the pistol; but the latter caught the weapon in his powerful hand, wrenched it from the youth's grasp, and flung it to the other end of the apartment.
"You shall not escape me," cried Henry, aiming a tremendous blow with his fist at Gascoyne's face.