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           YoushallknowmypoweralittlebetterwhenItieyouuptoapotalonoutsideinthesunforawholeday.”Hedrewhimselfuphaughtily,andmadeasignforCaptainMitchelltobeledaway.

           “Whataboutmywatch?”criedCaptainMitchell,hangingbackfromtheeffortsofthemenpullinghimtowardsthedoor.

           Sotilloturnedtohisofficers.“No!Butonlylistentothispicaro,caballeros,”hepronouncedwithaffectedscorn,andwasansweredbyachorusofderisivelaughter.“Hedemandshiswatch!”...HeranupagaintoCaptainMitchell,forthedesiretorelievehisfeelingsbyinflictingblowsandpainuponthisEnglishmanwasverystrongwithinhim.“Yourwatch!Youareaprisonerinwartime,Mitchell!Inwartime!Youhavenorightsandnoproperty!Caramba!Theverybreathinyourbodybelongstome.Rememberthat.”

           “Bosh!”saidCaptainMitchell,concealingadisagreeableimpression.

           Downbelow,inagreathall,withtheearthenfloorandwithatallmoundthrownupbywhiteantsinacorner,thesoldiershadkindledasmallfirewithbrokenchairsandtablesnearthearchedgateway,throughwhichthefaintmurmuroftheharbourwatersonthebeachcouldbeheard.WhileCaptainMitchellwasbeingleddownthestaircase,anofficerpassedhim,runninguptoreporttoSotillothecaptureofmoreprisoners.