sent we must have some more serious conversation together."
"How do you mean, sir?" said Bertram, turning short upon him, and not liking the tone which he made use of.
"Why, sir, as to that—I believe your name is Brown?"
"And what of that, sir?"
Glossin looked over his shoulder to see how near his party had approached; they were coming fast on. "Vanbeest Brown? if I mistake not."
"And what of that, sir?" said Bertram with increasing astonishment and displeasure.
"Why, in that case," said Glossin, observing his friends had now got upon the level space close beside them—"in that case you are my prisoner in the king's name"—At the same time he stretched his hand towards Bertram's collar, while two of the men who had come up seized upon his arms; he shook himself, however, free
