Commodore Junk — page 222: what you’re looking at

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THE PRISON LIFE. 215 prisoner, roused by the presence of another gazing upon his sleeping face, suddenly sprang up. “You here?” ‘Yes, sir, I’m here,” said Bart. “What for? Why?” “ Nothing much, sir ; only to tell you that you can go.” “Got” cried the captain, excitedly. “Yes, sir. Captain Junk’s orders—where you like, so long as you don't try to escape.” ‘But I must escape!” cried Humphrey, angrily. ‘“ Tell the captain I will not give my parole.” ‘ He don’t want it, sir. You can go where you like, only if you try to escape you will be shot.” Humphrey Armstrong rose from where he had been lying, and made as if to go to the door, his face full of excitement, his eyes flashing, and his hands all of a tremble. ‘“Go!” he said, sharply. ‘Send that man who has acted as my servant.” “ Servant !” muttered Bart, as he passed the curtain ; “and him a prisoner! Dinny called hisself his turnkey, but said as there was no door to lock. Here! hoi! Dinny!” ‘What do you want with him?” said a fierce voice; and he turned, to find the lieutenant coming out of one of the ruined buildings. “Prisoner wants him,” said Bart, sturdily. ‘ Here, Dinny, Captain Armstrong wants you.” “Ay, ay, cried Dinny, who seemed to divine that Mazzard was about to stop him, and ran hastily on; while the lieu- tenant, who was half-drunk, stood muttering, and then walked slowly away. “‘ Not so well, sor?” “ Wine—water!” panted Humphrey, hoarsely. ‘1 tried to walk to the door and fell back here.” Gomichbooksneo