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““ MASTER JACK.” 115 “To go!” said Dinny. “Why, where would ye foind a bether place?” “That has to be seen,” said Abel; “but we can’t stay here, and we want to know where is the nearest port to which we could sail and then get ship for home.” “Get ship for the prison, ye mane!” cried Dinny, indig- nantly. ‘They’d send the lot of us back, and in less than a month you and Bart there would be hoeing among the bushes, young Jack here would be thried and punished for helping ye to escape, and as for me—vwell,” he added, with a comical grin, “I don’t know what they’d do with me, but I’m sure they wouldn’t give me my promotion.” * But we shall starve if we stay here,” said Abel, sternly. *¢ And is it shtarve wid you two such fishermen? Get out wid ye! Let’s build a hut before the rainy time comes, and settle down. Here’s as foine an estate as a gentleman need wish to have ; and some day wan of us ll go for a holiday to Oireland or Shcotland, and persuade four illigant ladies to come wid us and be married ; and what more could a boy wish for then, eh, Masther Jack? What do you say, Bart?” “That we must go,” said Bart, gruffly. “ Let’s think it over first,” said Dinny. “ At all events ye can’t go for months to come; for ye’d be taken for eshcaped prisoners at wanst; so, as we've got no vittles, let’s tak the boat and go out and catch some fish.” Abel frowned, and seemed disposed to continue the discus- sion ; but everyone else was silent, and he rose slowly, ready enough, from old associations, to obey a command. So the little party walked slowly down toward where the boat lay hidden, ready to row it out to the edge of one of the weed- hung reefs, where fish were plentiful; and in spite of the roughness of their hooks and lines a pretty good dish could always be secured. H 2 Gomicbooks =)