My imagination racked with this fear, I lay sleepless, save for brief intervals of restless dozing.  Soon after dawn I heard movements about the ship, and by and by some of the sailors came and looked at me, making all manner of jests in language fouler than I had ever heard.  The features of one of them seemed familiar to me, though at first I could not recall place or time when I had seen him before.  But after a while, as I watched him, I recognized him in spite of some change in his garb:  it was the lodger whom Mistress Perry had wished to place in my room.

My kidnapping was then, I thought, a carefully arranged plan, and I remembered that before leaving the house I had told Mistress Perry in the man’s hearing where I was going, and that I might return somewhat late.  He had doubtless lodged there to spy on me, and I was sore tempted to speak to the fellow and ask him how much he had got for the dirty job.

But an hour or two afterwards I had fuller enlightenment as to my plight.  The master of the vessel came aboard; he had spent the night ashore; and his foot no sooner touched the deck than he stepped to where I lay, and ordered one of the men to loose my bonds and stand me on my feet.  And as I rose, staggering, I saw behind him the grinning faces of Cyrus Vetch and Dick Cludde.  The meaning of it all flashed upon me; this was their revenge; and the knowledge heated me to such a fury that I leapt forward and, before I could be stopped, dealt Vetch a buffet that sent him spinning against the foremast.  Cludde, ever chicken-hearted, turned pale, expecting a like handling, but he was spared, for the master cried to his men to seize me, and I was in a minute again pinioned and laid where I had been before.

“Hot as pepper,” says the master, with a grin to Vetch.

“Yes,” I cried, with an impetuous rage I could not check, “and ’twill be hot for you some day.  You’ve no right to bring me here against my will, and I demand to be set free.”

“Too-rol-loo-rol!” hummed the master, smirking again.  “What a bantam cock have ye brought me here, Mr. Cludde?”

“He was a desperate fellow at school, Captain,” said Cludde.  “Why, when he was only eleven he pretty nearly murdered my friend Vetch here.”

“Split my snatch block, you don’t say so!  We shall have to watch the weather with him aboard.”

“D’you hear?” I cried, incensed beyond bearing.  “Let me free, or I promise you you shall suffer for it, and those curs too.”

“Didst ever see such a brimstone galley!  I’ll soon bring you to your bearings,” and with that he gave me a cuff on the head which made me dizzy.

He left me then with the others, and soon afterwards I saw Cludde go over the side, taking farewell of the captain, and, to my surprise, of Vetch also.  Still more astonished was I when, the order being given to throw off, the vessel dropped down with the tide, having Vetch still aboard.  We made the mouth of the river, and stood out to sea; it was clear that my old enemy and I were to be shipmates, though I could not guess the purpose of his crossing the ocean.