hat he
was saved from this trap.

The ship had gone, and every vessel of the squadron had departed with
her. Clyde felt that all his trials were ended, and he had nothing
more to fear from the big boatswain. He walked confidently to the
Victoria Hotel, where he was sure to find his mother. He had even
arranged in his mind the reproaches with which he intended to greet
her for delivering him over to the savage discipline of the Young
America, as he regarded it, and as, doubtless, it was for evil-doers.
He passed into the passage-way which led to the court-yard. As he
entered the office on the right to inquire for Mrs. Blacklock, he
encountered Peaks, who no sooner saw him than he laid violent hands
upon him.

"Let me alone!" shouted Clyde, struggling to escape from the grasp of
his powerful antagonist.

"Not yet, my beauty," replied the boatswain, as he dragged his victim
into his own room, which was near the office. "I've been looking for
you."

"I want to see my mother," growled Clyde, when he had exhausted his
strength in the fruitless struggle to escape.

"I dare say you do; babies always want to see their mothers."

"I'm not a baby."

"Then behave like a man."

Peaks deposited him on a chair, and permitted him to recover his
breath.

"Where is my mother?" demanded Clyde.

"She is safe and well, and you needn't bother your head to know
anything more about her," answered Peaks. "She has turned over a new
leaf, so far as you are concerned, youngster, and is going to have us
make a man of you."

"Where is she?"

"No matter where she is."

"Can't I see her?"

"No, sir."

"I must see her."

"Perhaps you must, my hearty; but I don't think she wants to see you
till you are a decent young gentleman. She told me to be sure and put
you on board of the ship, and I'm going to do it."

"Where is the ship?"

"She sailed for Gottenburg yesterday morning; but we shall find her in
good time," replied Peaks, taking a bundle from the bureau, which
contained the young Briton's uniform. "Now, my bantam, you don't look
like a gentleman in that rig you've got on. Here's your gear; put it
on, and look like a man again, whether you are one or not. Those long
togs don't become you."

The boatswain unfolded the uniform of Clyde, which he had left in his
chamber when he leaped out of the window.

"I'm not going to put on those clothes," protested the unhappy youth.

"No?"

"I'm not!"

"Then I'm going to put t