hem on for you."

"I'll cry murder."

"If you cry anything, I shall put a dirty handkerchief in your mouth.
Look here, my chicken; don't you know that you are making a fool of
yourself? You mean to strain your own timbers for nothing. You'll put
this rig on anyhow, and it depends on yourself whether you will do it
with or without a broken head."

Clyde looked at the clothes and then at the brawny boatswain. It was
foolish to resist, and he yielded to the force of circumstances. He
put on the ship's uniform, and threw himself into a chair to await the
further pleasure of his tyrant.

"Now you look like a respectable young gentleman, my lad," said Peaks.

"What are you going to do with me?" demanded Clyde, in a surly tone.

"I'm going to keep my eye on you every moment of the time till you are
on board of the ship again."

"I want to see my mother before I go."

"It can't be done."

Clyde relapsed into silence. He had never before been subjected to
such unheard-of tyranny. It was useless to resist, and the future
looked as dark as the present. Probably his mother was in the hotel,
but he was not permitted even to see her. Though the boatswain seemed
to have it all his own way, he was not at all satisfied with the
situation. Mrs. Blacklock and her daughter had gone to ride, but in
the course of an hour or two they would return. The waiters would
inform her that Clyde had arrived, and she would insist on seeing him.
Though she had fully given up the control of him to the ship, the
weakness of the mother might induce her to change her mind. Peaks only
desired to discharge the duty with which he had been intrusted. The
crew of the second cutter had not yet arrived, and he could not depart
with his prisoner before they came. He was perplexed; but being a man
of expedients, he decided upon his course in a short time. It was
absolutely necessary to seek another hotel, where the dangerous
proximity of Mrs. Blacklock might be avoided. The boatswain rang his
bell, and sent for the _commissionnaire_ whom he had employed while
prosecuting his search for the runaway. When this man came, he ordered
a carriage, and paid his bill.

"Now, youngster, we are going to take a ride," said Peaks to his
victim.

"Where are you going?"

"That's my affair. If you make a row in the street, I shall just hand
you over to the police, who will lock you up in that stone castle over
there. You must understand that you are a deserter from