Commodore Junk — page 109: what you’re looking at

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102 COMMODORE JUNK. ‘“‘T don’t know what to do,” he said, hesitatingly. “It ”? seems “* Heigh—ho—ho! Oh, dear me!” cried Dinny, opening his eyes suddenly, making Mary start and Abel mutter a curse. There was only one of the two equal to the emergency, and that was Bart, who gave his knee a sounding slap and cried aloud— ‘‘ Jack Dell, my lad, you’ve behaved like a trump, and got us away splendid. I on’y wish, Abel, I had such a brother. Hallo, soger, where shall we set you ashore?” ‘Set me ashore?” said the Irishman, nodding at Mary; ‘‘ what for?” “What for?” cried Bart. ‘To go back.” “T’m not going back,” said the Irishman, laughing. ‘“ Sure, I want a change.” “ Change!” cried Abel. ‘ You can’t go with us.” ‘Sure, and you forced me to come, and ye wouldn't behave so dirthily as to send me back ?” “ But we're escaping,” said Bart. ‘Sure, and [ll escape too,” said Dinny, smiling. “It’s moighty dull work stopping there.” “But you're a soldier,” said Abel. “To be sure I am—a sowldier of fortune.” “You'll be a deserter if you stop with us,” growled Bart. ‘The divil a bit! Ye made mea prishner, and I couldn’t help meself.” “Why, I wanted you to go back last night!” growled Bart. “To be ate up entoirely by the ugly bastes of dogs! Thank ye kindly, sor, I’d rather not.” Dinny looked at Mary and gave her a droll cock of the eye, which made her frown and look uneasy. “Sure, Misther Jack,” he said, coolly, “don’t you think they’re a bit hard on a boy }” Gomichbooksneo =)