I was awfully frightened, don't you know,
when that big bully aimed at the sailor boy."
"You looked a little nervous, Mr. Clinton," said Harry, smiling.
"You were awfully brave, to knock the pistol out of his hand. I don't
see how you dared to do it."
"I didn't stop to think of danger. I saw that Jack's life was in
danger, and I did the only thing I could to save him."
"I'm glad you're not put in irons. It must be awful to be in irons."
"I don't think I should like it, though I never had any experience.
You'd have stood by me, wouldn't you, Mr. Clinton?"
Clinton was evidently alarmed at the suggestion.
"Yes, of course," he said, nervously; "that is, I would have gone down
to see you on the sly. You wouldn't expect me to fight the captain,
don't you know."
Harry could hardly refrain from smiling at the idea of the
spindle-shaped dude resisting the captain; but he kept a straight face
as he answered:
"I look upon you as a brave man, Mr. Clinton. When I get into trouble,
I shall be sure to call upon you."
"Oh, certainly," stammered Clinton. "But I say, Mr. Vane, I hope
you'll be prudent; I do, really. Captain Hill might shoot you, you
know, as he tried to shoot the sailor boy just now."
"If he does, Mr. Clinton, I shall expect you to interfere, You are not
as strong as the captain, but a bold front will go a great way.
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