CHAPTER TWENTY.
Raystoke looked round him for a weapon, but the only thing visible was a stone, and not feeling disposed to descend to such a barbarous means of offence or defence, he drew himself up, burning with indignation, but waiting for the others to commence speaking.
He had not long to wait.
"Hullo, sailor!" cried Ram; "like some milk ?" "You rascal!" burst out Archy, taking a step toward the lad, but feeling directly a strong hand upon his arm to hold him back.
"What's the matter ?" growled the owner of the hand.
"The matter will be that you two will be hung at the yardarm some fine morning.

How dare you shut me up in this hole ?" "Hung for shutting you up here ?" cried the boy.

"We shall have to hang him then, Jemmy, after all." "Ay, lad," said the man.

"When'll we do it; now ?" "Now!" cried the midshipman.

"Do you think you are going to frighten me with such talk?
Show me the way out of this place directly." "Ram, lad," said Jemmy Dadd, with a cackling laugh; "when yer ketches a wild thing, and puts him in a cage, he begins to bang hisself agen the sides, and knocks his head agen the bars, and if he could talk he'd go on just like that 'ere.