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214 COMMODORE JUNK. kegs at his head this morning for the binifit of everybody here, only I might have blown myself up as well.” ‘“ Has he been swearing at you again?” “Swearing! Bedad, Bart, he said things to me this morn- ing as scorched the leaves of the threes yonder. If you go and look you can see ’em all crickled up. He can swear !” Bart slouched away. “Tt’s a divil of a place!” muttered Dinny ; “and it would make a wondherful stone-quarry ; but I’m getting sick of it, and feeling as if I should like to desart. Black Mazzard again !” he muttered, drawing in his breath sharply. “I wish his greatest inimy would break his neck!” Dinny walked sharply away, for the lieutenant seemed to have been gathering authority since the taking of the sloop, and lost no opportunity of showing it to all the crew. Meanwhile, Bart had continued his way between the two piles of ruins, his path leading from the dazzling glow of the tropic sunshine into the subdued green twilight of the forest. Here, at the end of some fifty paces, he came to the external portion of the building which formed Captain Humphrey’s prison, and entering by a fairly well-preserved doorway, he raised a curtain, half-way down a corridor, passed through, and then came abreast of a recess, at the end of which was another broad hanging, which he drew aside, and entered the temple-chamber, where Humphrey lay sleeping on a couch. As Bart approached he became aware of a faint rustling sound, as of someone retreating from the window among the trees, and starting forward, he looked out. But all was still ; not a long rope-like liana quivering, no leaf crushed. “Some monkey,” muttered Bart, and turning back, he gazed down with a heavy frown at the frank, handsome face of the young officer, till he saw the features twitch, the eyes open and stare wonderingly into his; and once more the Gomichooksnco —)