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and had been dragged along for some distance before hecould regain his stride. With his recovered breath his indignationseemed to madden him. He jumped up, crimson,all his white hair bristling, his eyes glaring vengefully, andshook violently the flaps of his ruined waistcoat before thedisconcerted Sotillo. ‘Look! Those uniformed thieves ofyours downstairs have robbed me of my watch.’The old sailor’s aspect was very threatening. Sotillo sawhimself cut off from the table on which his sabre and revolverwere lying.‘I demand restitution and apologies,’ Mitchell thunderedat him, quite beside himself. ‘From you! Yes, from you!’For the space of a second or so the colonel stood with aperfectly stony expression of face; then, as Captain Mitchellflung out an arm towards the table as if to snatch up therevolver, Sotillo, with a yell of alarm, bounded to the doorand was gone in a flash, slamming it after him. Surprisecalmed Captain Mitchell’s fury. Behind the closed door Sotilloshouted on the landing, and there was a great tumult offeet on the wooden staircase.‘Disarm him! Bind him!’ the colonel could be heard vociferating.Captain Mitchell had just the time to glance once at thewindows, with three perpendicular bars of iron each andsome twenty feet from the ground, as he well knew, beforethe door flew open and the rush upon him took place.In an incredibly short time he found himself bound withmany turns of a hide rope to a high-backed chair, so thathis head alone remained free. Not till then did Sotillo, who