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104 COMMODORE JUNK. Mary started, and turned of a deep dark red, which showed through her sun-browned skin, as she flashed an angry look upon the speaker. Dinny burst into a hearty laugh. “ Look at him,” he said, “colouring up like a girl. There, don’t look at me, boy, as if ye were going to bite. I like to see it ina lad. It shows his heart’s in the right place, and that he’s honest and true. There, take a grip o’ me hand, for I like you as much for your handsome face as for the way you’ve stood thrue to your brother and his mate. And did ye come all the way from your own counthry to thry and save them?” Mary nodded. “Did ye, now? Then yee a brave lad; and there ar’n’t many men who would have watched night after night in that ugly bit o’ wood among the shnakes and reptiles. I wouldn’t for the best brother I iver had, and there’s foive of ’em, and all sisters.” Mary smilingly laid her hand in Dinny’s, and gazed in the merry, frank face before her. 7’ll trust you,” she said. “And ye sha’n’t repent it, me lad, for you’ve done no harm, and were niver a prishner. And now, as we are talk- ing, I'd like to know what yere brother and number noinety- sivin did to be sint out of the counthry. It wasn’t murther, or they’d have hung ’em. Was it—helping yerselves ?” ‘‘My brother and his old friend Bart Wrigley were trans- ported to the plantations for beating and halfkilling, they said, the scoundrel who had insulted and ill-used his sister!” cried Mary, with flashing eyes and flaming cheeks, as she stood up proudly in the boat, and looked from one to the other. “Wid a shtick?” said Dinny, rubbing his cheek as he peered eagerly into Mary’s face. Comncooolkks.c©