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166 COMMODORE JUNK. “ Faix, his mother made a mistake and let him be born out of Oireland.” There was another roar, and the crew pressed round Jack, whose face flushed as he held up his hand. ‘Stop a minute, my lads!” he cried. ‘Don’t decide in haste, for I shall be a hard officer.” “¢ And a brave one,” shouted Dinny. “ Hurrah !” “Am I to understand,” continued Jack, “that you select me for your captain 1” “Yes, yes,” came in a roar. “Then I have a request to make,” cried Jack ; “and that is, that you support and obey my first lieutenant.” “ Hurrah for owld Bart Wrigley!” roared Dinny. “No, no; stop!” cried Jack. ‘I choose my own lieu- tenant. Mazzard, will you serve under me faithfully as a man?” Black Mazzard stood scowling for a few moments, and then held out his hand. ‘¢T will,” he said. ‘There’s no jealousy in me.” ‘ Hurrah!” shouted the crew again; and directly after the new captain gave orders for the schooner’s head to be laid for Sandy Key, towards which she was soon tacking to and fro. OHAPTER XVIII. A HORRIBLE TASK. Two days elapsed before the schooner was again well under the lee of Sandy Key, and preparations were made to land as soon as it grew dusk. It was a soft, calm evening, and the sea looked solemn and Gomichooksnco