Commodore Junk — page 106: what you’re looking at

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THE PURSUIT. 99 took Bart’s attention and he leaned forward and touched him there was no response. “ Why, he’s fallen asleep, Mary!” ead Bart, in a whisper. “Hush, Bart—don’t call me that!” came from the prow. “ All right, my lass!” said the rough fellow. ‘ T’ll do any- thing you tells me.” ‘Then don’t say ‘my lass’ to me.” “T won't if you don’t wish it,” growled Bart. ‘ Here, let me pole her along now.” “No; sit still. Is that man asleep?” “Yes; can’t you hear? He’s fagged out like poor old Abel. But let me pole the boat.” “No; shell drift now with the current and we shall be carried out to sea. If the people yonder saw us then they would not know who was in the boat. You have escaped, Bart ?” “¢ Ay, we've escaped, my ‘Hush, I say!” cried Mary, imperiously; and Bart, feeling puzzled, rubbed one ear and sat gazing straight before him into the darkness where he knew the girl to be, his imagination filling up the blanks, till he seemed to see her standing up in the boat, with a red worsted cap perched jauntily upon her raven-black hair, and a tight, blue-knitted jacket above her linsey-woolsey skirt, just as he had seen her hundredsiof times in her father’s, and then in Abel’s boat, at home on the Devon shore. All at once Bart Wrigley opened his eyes and stared. Had he been asleep and dreamed that he and Abel had escaped, and then that he was in the Dell’s boat, with Mary poling it along ? What did it all mean? He was in a boat, and behind him lay back the soldier with his mouth open, sleeping heavily. On his left was Abel Dell, also sleeping as a man sleeps who @ 2 Gomicbooks