CHAPTER XVI.
IN WHICH I AM WOOED AND WON.
I was quite joyfully startled at the Captain's
course.
"Now what's the fellow mean by this?" I whispered to the lad. "Is it to give you one more chance while his back is turned, out of pure compassion, or is he fool enough to trust you?"
"He is fool enough to trust me, madam," says the lad, haughtily I thought.
"Very charming of him," I admitted. "There must be a deal of poetry in his soul. But come, sir! there is not one second to be lost. Steal upstairs and get your skirts off, while I find some guineas for you, and letters to recommend you to the consideration of some southern friends."
This drew fierce looks from him, but he exchanged them when he spoke for a haggard smile.
"Ah, madam," he said, "you do not understand."
"I understand only too well," I sighed. "Tyburn Tree, my lad, and an end to everything. But for the love of heaven, cease this babbling! Off with you at once, or your chance is gone for ever."
