Commodore Junk — page 181: what you’re looking at

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174 COMMODORE JUNK. “ Not tell him ¢” “Dinny, lad, you'll keep your tongue about this night’s work 4” “ Not tell the boys?” “Not tell a soul,” said Bart. ‘ We're friends, and it’s our secret, lad. You'll hold your tongue ?” “ Howlt my whisht? Yes,” said Dinny, “I will. Bart, lad, d’ye feel freckened now ?” “No.” ‘Nor I, nayther. It was the thought that there was something else that freckened me. Phew, lad! it’s very hot.” He wiped the great drops of sweat from his brow, and then, as Bart ended his task— } “Ye were scared, though, Bart,” he said. “Yes, I never felt so scared in my life,” “T shake hands, thin, lad, on that. Thin I needn’t fale ashamed o’ running away. Fax, but it’s an ugly job! Oh! the divils. Sure, and whin I die I won’t be buried here.” Dinny’s observations were cut short by Bart placing the lantern on the deal case; and then together the two men bore their eerie load down to the boat and laid it across the bows, the lantern being hidden ence more beneath the folds of the great cloak with which the rough coffin was solemnly draped. ‘You'll be silent, Dinny,” said Bart. “ Niver fear, my lad,” said the Irishman, Then the boat was run out as far as they could wade, the sail hoisted, and long before dawn they reached the schooner, over whose side hung a signal light. As they reached the vessel, the captain’s face appeared in the glow shed by the light. The coffin was lifted on board, and then down into the captain’s cabin, after which the schooner’s Gomichbooksnco