Commodore Junk — page 42: what you’re looking at

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BROUGHT TO BOOK. 35 “Smuggling and wrecking weren’t enough for you, eh ?” “What do you want here?” said Abel, giving his sister a final scowl and then facing the head constable. “You, my lad—you,” said that individual, with a grin. “What for?” ‘¢ Attempted murder and robbery on the king’s highway, my lad.” “It’s a lie! Who says so?” cried Abel, setting his teeth and fixing his sister again with his dark eyes as she gave him an imploring look. ‘Never mind who says so, my lad. Information’s laid all regular against you and Master Bart Wrigley. You're both captured neatly. Here, how long are you going to be bringing forward the other ?” cried the constable, “We can’t get him out,” shouted a voice. ‘“ He’s stuck in the little window.” “Pull him back, then, by his legs. ‘Been trying ever so long,” said another voice, “but he won't come.” “I'll soon see to that,” said the constable, backing Abel into the little bed-room which was darkened by Bart’s body filling up the window. “Here, lay hold of his legs, two of you, and give a good jerk.” Two men obeyed, but they did not give the jerk—Bart did that. Drawing in his legs like a grasshopper about to leap, he suddenly shot them out straight, when, though they did not alter his position where he was nipped in across the hips by the window-frame, they acted like catapults upon the two con- stables, who were driven backwards, the one into a chair, the other into a sitting position on the floor, to the great delight of those who looked on. “Four of you,” said the head constable stolidly ; “and hold on this time.” 03 COMINCLOOKS