Commodore Junk — page 214: what you’re looking at

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CAPTAIN HUMPHREY COMES TO. 207 At that moment the steps which had been heard coming as it were down some long stone corridor halted at the doorway of the prisoner’s chamber, someone drew aside a heavy rug, and the buccaneer, wearing a broad-leafed hat which shaded his face, entered the place. “You can go, Dinny.” “ Vis, sor, ’m going,” said Dinny, obsequiously ; and, after a glance at the prisoner, he hurriedly obeyed. There was only a gloomy greenish twilight in the old chamber, such light as there was striking in through the forest- shaded window, and with his back to this, and retaining his hat, the captain seated himself upon a rug-covered chest. ‘You sent for me,” he said, in a deep, abrupt tone. Humphrey looked at him intently, the dark eyes meeting his, and the thick black brows contracted as the gaze was prolonged. “You sent for me,” he repeated, abruptly ; “‘ what more do you want?” “T will tell you after a while,” said Humphrey ; “ but first of all let me thank you for the kind treatment I have received at your hands,” “You need not thank me,” was the short reply. ‘ Better treatment than you would have given me.” “Well, yes,” said Humphrey. “TI am afraid it is.” “Your cousin would have hung me.” “My cousin! What do you know of my cousin?” “ England is little. Every Englishman of mark is known.” Humphrey looked at him curiously, and for the moment it seemed to him that he had heard that voice before, but his memory did not help him. “My cousin would have done his duty,” he said, gravely. “His duty!” cried the captain, bitterly. ‘ Your country has lost a treasure in the death of that man, sir.” Eomicbooks a)