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234 COMMODORE JUNK. the ruins, and perhaps go down that path where he had been arrested by the appearance of the captain. He had no hope of encountering any of his crew, for, from what he could gather, fully half the survivors, sick of the prisoner’s life, had joined the buccaneer crew, while the rest had been taken to some place farther along the coast—where, he could not gather from Dinny, who had been letting his tongue run and then suddenly stopped short. But all the same he clung to the hope that in the captain’s absence he might dis- cover something which would help him in his efforts to escape and come back, if not as commander, at all events as guide to an expedition that should root out this hornets’-nest. Mid-day arrived, and he was looking forward to the coming of Dinny with his meal, an important matter to a man with nothing to do, and only his bitter thoughts for companions, The Irishman lightened his weary hours too, and every time he came the captive felt some little hope of winning him over to help him to escape. “ Ah, Dinny, my lad!” he said as he heard a step, and the hanging curtain was drawn aside, “ what is it to-day ?” *‘ Fish, eggs, and fruit,” said Bart, grufily. “Oh ! it’s you!” said Humphrey, bitterly. “ Dinny away with that cursed schooner ?” ‘‘Schooner’s as fine a craft as ever sailed,” growled Bart. “Orders to answer no questions.” ‘‘‘You need not answer, my good fellow,” said the prisoner, haughtily. “That scoundrel of a buccaneer is away—I know that, and Dinny is with him, or you would not be doing this.” Bart’s heavy face lightened as he saw the bitterness of the prisoner's manner when he spoke of the captain ; but it grew sombre directly after, as if he resented it; and spreading the meal upon a broad stone, covered with a white cloth—a stone Gomichbooksneo =>