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ANOTHER ESCAPE. °- 138 “‘ Faix, I s’pose it is,” said Dinny, smiling. “There’s so much in a name.” “Here you, Dinny, get up a musket,” cried Abel. ‘ You can shoot.” “Don’t you, Dinny!” said the sailor. “It’s hanging busi- ness.” ‘But I’m a prishner,” said Dinny, grinning, “and obliged.” “ Tt’ll be a hanging matter, Dinny,” cried the sailor, as the Irishman reappeared with a musket in his hand. PP] “Ttll be a flogging sure if I’m took,” said Dinny, “for they'll niver belave I’m acting against my will. Now, Captain Abel,” he continued, as he loaded his piece, and laid it so that he could command the boat, “whin you ordher me to fire, why, av coorse I shall, but you must take the credit of the shot.” “ Keep off!” roared Abel, as the boat now neared them fast. ‘ You'll get bullets instead of buckshot if you come nearer.” . “Surrender, you piratical scoundrel!” roared the overseer. * Put down that musket. Row hard, my lads!” Whatever may have been the overseer’s weakness, want of courage was not one; and this he proved by discharging his piece, and standing up in the boat to watch the effect. The distance was short, but there was a faint puff of air now which filled the sail, and there was a feeling of intense relief as the cutter rapidly left the coming boat behind. Jack’s cheeks flushed, and his eyes sparkled as, with a touch of the tiller, he seemed to send the cutter rushing through the water, while an angry yell rose from behind as the boat dropped back. But their despondency in the boat was only of a minute’s duration, for the wind dropped as suddenly as it had risen, Gomicbooks