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138 COMMODORE JUNK. fellows, and they’ve borried the boat and taken us prishners to help them in the cruise ; or, if ye like it better, we’re pressed men.” “ But what are they going to do next?” “ Divil a bit do I know, and the divil a bit do Icare. I’ve no belts to pipe-clay, and you’ve no deck to holy-stone. What there is to ate they share wid ye, and they take their turn at the watch. Sure, it’s a gintleman’s life, and what more would ye have ?” “But it’s piracy—rank piracy!” said Dick, stubbornly ; “and I want to know what we’re going to do next.” “Well, thin, I’ll tell ye,” said Dinny ; ‘but it’s a saycret, moind.” “ Well, what?” “Tt’s a saycret, moind,” said Dinny, “and ye won't tell ?” “Tell ! Who is there to tell here?” “ Nobody yet; but ye’ll keep the saycret ?” “Yes,” said Dick, earnestly. ‘‘ What are they going to do?” ‘“Didn’t I say Id tell ye,” said Dinny, “as soon as I know ?” “Yah!” snarled Dick. “Well,” cried Dinny, “how can I tell ye till I know? ' Why, it’s my belief, Dick, me lad, that they don’t know them- selves.” “Where do you mean to go, Abel?” said Jack at last. “Go, my lass—my lad!” he said, correcting himself: “ Anywhere. We can’t touch port, but we’ve got a tidy little vessel, not too big to manage, and we must sail somewhere to be safe.” “ Well, I don’t care,” came from forward, as Dick raised GComichooksneo —)