him and tied him into a tub, which they hitched on to a rope--one of
those very ropes, in fact, that Uncle Prudent had intended to use as
we know.

The Negro at first thought he was going to be hanged. Not he was only
going to be towed!

The rope was paid out for a hundred feet and Frycollin found himself
hanging in space.

He could then shout at his ease. But fright contracted his larynx,
and he was mute.

Uncle Prudent and Phil Evans endeavored to prevent this performance.
They were thrust aside.

"It is scandalous! It is cowardly!" said Uncle Prudent, quite beside
himself with rage.

"Indeed!" said Robur.

"It is an abuse of power against which I protest."

"Protest away!"

"I will be avenged, Mr. Robur."

"Avenge when you like, Mr. Prudent."

"I will have my revenge on you and yours."