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164 COMMODORE JUNK. “What, isn’t annybody going to spake?” cried Dinny; “thin I will. Who althered the ship’s course! Why, I did. D’yer think I was going to stand by and see a messmate left in the lurch? Look here, my lads; I am not going to make a spache, but the captain’s dead, and you’ve got to choose a new one.” ‘Hurrah for Dinny Kelly ; he’s the man !” shouted one of the sailors. “ Tf I didn’t know ye can’t help it, Sam Marlow, I’d say don’t be a fool!” cried Dinny, scornfully. ‘ Now, do I look like a captain! Bad luck to ye for an omadhaun. I’m a foighting man, and not a sailor at all; but ye’ve got to choose bechuxt two. Who is it to be—Black Mazzard there, or the old captain’s brave little brother, Master Jack here, the best sailor, steersman, and bravest little chap that ever stepped on a plank? What do you say, Dick ?” ‘Three cheers for Captain Jack!” cried Dick Dullock. “ Nay, nay, Commodore Junk !” cried Dinny ; “that name’s a power, me boys. Now, then, who among ye says it isn’t to be the captain’s brother t” “T do!” cried Mazzard, who was growing sobered by the excitement of the scene. “Ido. I’m captain of the schooner ? now ; and if any man dares He dragged a pistol from his belt and cocked it. ‘Do you hear?” cried Mazzard again. “I’m captain now, and if any man dares to say I’m not, let him——_ Well, no, I won’t give him time to say his prayers !” He stared round the ring of people, of which he now formed the centre, the pistol barrel pointing all round, as if its holder were in search of a mark. Just then Bart stepped forward, but Jack drew him aside. ‘No; let me speak,” he said. ‘Oh, it’s you, is it, my whipper-snapper !” cried Mazzard, Gomichbooksneo