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216 COMMODORE JUNK. “Sure, an’ ye’re out of practice, sir,” said Dinny, hastening to hold a vessel of water to the prisoner’s lips. ‘‘ That’s better. Ye'’ve tuk no exercise since ye’ve been bettlier.” “Ah!” sighed Humphrey; ‘the deadly sickness has gone. This place is so lonely.” “Ay, ‘tis, sor. One always feels like an outside cock bird who wants a mate.” “Sit down and talk to me.” “Sure an’ [ will, wid pleasure, sor,” said Dinny, eagerly. ‘‘ There’s so few gintlemen to talk to here.” “Tell me about your commander.” An’ what'll I tell you about him?” ‘What kind of a man is he?” “Sure, and he’s as handsome as such a little chap ? can be.” ‘‘ Has he a wife here?” “Woife, sor? Not he!” ‘¢ A troop of mistresses, then, or a harem 9’ *‘ Divil a bit, sor. He’s riddy to shoot the boys whinivei they take a new wife—lIngin or white. I belave he hates the whole sex, and thinks women is divils, sor. Why, he hit Black Mazzard once, sor, for asking him why he didn’t chuose a pretty gyurl, and not live like a monk.” Ts he brave?” “Yes, sor; aud I wouldn’t anger him if I were you.” “Not I,” said Humphrey. ‘There, the sickness has passed off. Now, help me out into the sunshine.” “ Help ye out?” said Dinny, looking puzzled. ‘Yes ; into the bright sunshine. I seem to be decaying away here, man, and the warm light will give me strength.” “Shure, an’ if I do, Black Mazzard will pison me wid a pishtol-ball.” | “T have the captain’s consent,” suid Humphrey. Eomicbooks