Commodore Junk — page 211: what you’re looking at

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204 COMMODORE JUNK. Bart said no more, but took his departure. The prisoner was more fortunate with Dinny, who could be communicative. ‘“That’s it, captain, darlin’,” he said one day. ‘Don’t ye fale like a little boy again, and that I’m your mother washing your poor face ?” “ Don’t fool, my good fellow, but talk to me.” “Talk to you, is 16?” “Yes ; you can talk to me.” “ Talk to ye—can I talk to ye! Hark at him, mate!” he cried, appealing to the great idol. ‘Why, I’m a divil at it.” “ Well, then, tell me how I came here.” ‘“ Faix, didn’t I carry ye on my back ?” “Yes, but after the fight ?” “ Afther the foight—oh ! 1s it afther the foight ye mane? Sure, and it was the skipper’s ordhers, and I carried ye here, and Bart—you know the tother one—he brought in the bed and the rugs and things to make ye dacent. It’s a bit damp, and the threes have a bad habit of putting in their noses like the pigs at home ; but it’s an illigant bed-room for a gintleman afther all.” “ 1t was the captain’s orders, you say 3” “ Sure, an’ it was.” « And where are we ?” “Why, here we are.” “Yes, yes; but what place is this?” “ Sure, an’ it’s the skipper’s palace.” “Commodore Junk’s t” cOVAS 7, “© And what place is it—-where are we?” “ Paix, and they say that sick payple is hard to deal wid. It’s what I’m telling you sure. It’s the skipper’s palace, and here it is,” Eomichbooksrceo —)