When they came to the round-house, Terry's courage failed him. "Bravo, Poll!" cried Jack, who having again pinioned Shotbolt, was now tracing a few hasty lines on a sheet of paper. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bedside, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow. Manning,” she said, “I HAVE a confession to make.
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