held
his arms to right and left, and rushing to the opening, have sprung out.
But somehow at that moment the tight grasp of his young companion had
the effect of making him feel that he could not leave the little fellow
who had so strongly appealed to his better feelings, and he stood fast.

The next moment the chance was gone, for one of the gang ran to the
window, shut it down with a bang, and fastened it securely.

"There, bring them along, my lads," said the leader, and just then the
man who seemed to be a warrant officer whispered something.

"Eh? What? No, he's too little."

"Powder monkey, sir; and he'll grow."

"To be sure. Of course," cried the officer; "and it's two instead of
one. Bring him along."

"Here, what yer going to do?" cried Jack, excitedly. "You mustn't touch
this boy; he's--"

"That'll do!" roared the officer, and at a sign from him a couple of the
gang made a dash at the little fellow to separate them; but at the first
touch the boy uttered a wild cry and clung tightly to his protector, who
made a desperate effort to defend him, shouting the while for the
landlady to come and take the little fellow.

But it was all in vain: Jack and his young companion were torn apart,
hurried down the stairs and out on to the Strand, and a few minutes
later the boy was set at liberty, to spring to Jack's side, panting with
excitement as he clung to him tightly; but it was with the water
rippling and pattering against the bows of the boat which was being
rowed rapidly out of the harbour towards the bay. Not long after, as
the coxswain's boat-hook caught a ring, the boat glided against the
towering side of a great line of battleship, and the two prisoners were
hurried up on deck, and Jack Jeens in spite of all protestations was
made one of the crew of _HMS Victory_, and his little companion, the
youngest boy on board, without a chance of setting foot ashore again.

For at sunrise the sails were shaken out, and the great man-of-war with
its tiers of guns was soon after leading the way down Channel in search
of England's enemies, followed by the British Fleet, while the news that
the fleet was commanded by Admiral Nelson seemed to Jack Jeens and the
little fellow with whom he had become so strangely associated only so
many empty words.

CHAPTER THREE.

Jack Jeens sat upon the bottom of an upturned bucket with his elbows
resting upon his knees, gazing down at his young companion of the
previou