my sword, I felt myself in their clutches, bereft of all power of self defence.
A tremendous voice roared like thunder from the adjoining room, "Hither with the rascal."
Before I could recover my recollection I felt myself dragged out of my chamber, and beheld in an instant a man of the most terrible forbiding aspect, who, with a rough thundering voice, menacing looks, and sparkling eyes, asked me if I could not have patiently awaited my doom.
"Tie the daring wretch," added he in a rage, "and throw him into the cellar, until sentence shall be pronounced against him." His commands were obeyed, and Mr. Max himself assisted; I was seized with a despairing stupor, and uttered not a word; I was shut up in a damp cellar; how long I remained in my dungeon I cannot tell, ha-ving
