But this time his anguish was mental rather than physical.
"I don't think a navigator will be needed this time, Peter." "What's that ?" cried Mr.Blood.
Pitt explained the situation as briefly as he could, in a halting, gasping speech.

"I'm to rot here until I tell him the identity of my visitor and his business." Mr.Blood got up, growling in his throat.

"Bad cess to the filthy slaver!" said he.

"But it must be contrived, nevertheless.

To the devil with Nuttall! Whether he gives surety for the boat or not, whether he explains it or not, the boat remains, and we're going, and you're coming with us." "You're dreaming, Peter," said the prisoner.