CHAPTER X.
DÉNOUEMENT.
At last! The shock was over; and he feebly opened his eyes once more, to find that he was undoubtedly on the deck; and, yes, the Bank Manager was standing over him with a kind of triumphant grin!
"Mercy!" Peter murmured faintly. "You—you surely wouldn't kick a man when he's down!"
"My dear sir!" protested the Manager, "why should I wish to kick you in any position?"
He must be fatally injured, if even the Manager had relented!
"Is—is Alfred there?" asked Tourmalin, anxiously. "Keep him away, if you can!"
"Certainly!" said Mr. Perkins. "Who is Alfred?"
