But at every movement he felt himself more tightly held, and knowing from sad experience that it was waste of energy to contend with the iron-muscled fellow who gripped his arm, he smothered his anger.
He did not speak, but as Ram held up the light, Archy's countenance told tales of the passion struggling in his breast for exit, and the boy grinned.
"I say, do have a bottle o' milk," he said; "it's fresh and warm.
Mother said it would do you good." "Nay, lad, don't give him none till he's grow'd civil, and don't talk about hanging on us." "I brought you a bottle o' new milk and some hot bread, on'y it's getting cold now, and some butter and cold ham.

Do have some." Archy ground his teeth: he felt as if he would give anything for some food, and the very mention of the tasty viands made his mouth water, but he only stamped his foot and tried to shake himself free.
"I am a king's officer," he shouted, "and order you to let me go!" "Hear that, Jemmy?
Hold him tight." "Ay! He's tight enough!" cried the man, throwing a sturdy arm about the middy's waist, and holding him back as he tried to get at Ram.
"No good to give orders here," said the latter, grinning.

"You're only a king's officer when you're aboard your little bit of a cutter." "Will you let me out of this place ?" "If I let you go will you tell your skipper about what you've seen ?" "Yes," cried Archy fiercely.
"Then what a dumble head you must be to think we'll let you go.

Won't do, little officer; will it, Jemmy ?" "Do! Better chuck him off the cliff." "What!" cried the midshipman fiercely.
"Chuck you off the cliff.

What do you mean by coming interfering here with honest men getting their living?
We never did nothing to you." "You scoundrel!" cried Archy, "how dare you say that?
You know you are breaking the laws by smuggling, and you are doing worse by kidnapping me." "Should have kep' away then," growled the man.
"Don't speak cross to him, Jemmy.