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232 COMMODORE JUNK. “There is no other answer,” said Ilumphrey, coldly. ‘Better not say that,” said Bart, after standing gazing at the prisoner for some time. “What do you mean ?” cried Humphrey, haughtily. “Don’t know. What am I to say to the captain?” “T have told you. There is no answer,” said Humphrey, coldly, and he turned away, but lay listening intently, for it struck him that he had heard a rustle in the great stone corri- dor without, as if someone had been listening; but the thick carpet-like curtain fell, and he heard no more, only lay watching the faint rays of light which descended through the dense foliage of the trees, as some breeze waved them softly, far on high, and slightly relieved the prevailing gloom. Bart’s visit had started a current of thought which was once more running strongly when Dinny entered with a basket of the delicious little grapes which grew wild in the sunny open parts of the mountain slopes. “There, sor,” he said, “and all me own picking, except about half of them which Misthress Greenheys sint for ye. Will ye take a few bunches now?” “Dinny,” said Humphrey in a low earnest voice, ‘ have you thought of what I said to you?” “ Faix, and which? what is it ye mane, sor?” ‘You know what I mean, man: about helping me to escaps from here?” «¢ About helping ye to eshcape, sor? Oh, it’s that ye mane!” “Yes, man ; will you help me?” “Will I help ye, sor? D’ye see these threes outside the windy yonder, which isn’t a windy bekase it has no glass in it?” “Yes, yes, I see,” cried Humphrey with alla sick man’s petulance. “Well, they’ve got no fruit upon ’em, sor.” CONNIE OO;KS EO