Commodore Junk — page 242: what you’re looking at

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UNDER ANOTHER RULE. 235 in front of the great idol, and probably once used for human sacrifice—he sullenly left the place. The prisoner sat for a few minutes by the window wonder- ing whether Lady Jenny was thinking about him, and sighed as he told himself that she was pining for him as he pined for her. Then turning to the mid-day meal he began with capital appetite, and not at all after the fashion of a man in love, to diacuss some very excellent fish, which was made more enjoy- able by a flask of fine wine. “ Yes,” he said, half aloud, “ I shall go just where I please.” He stopped and listened, for a voice certainly whispered from somewhere close at hand the word “ Kelly !” “Yes! whatisit? Who called?” said the prisoner, aloud. There was a momentary silence, and then a peculiar whis- pering voice said— “ Don’t be frightened.” “T’m not,” said Humphrey,'trying to make out whence the voice came, and only able to surmise that it was from some- where over the dark corner where he slept. “JT want Dennis Kelly,” said the voice. “He’s not here. Away with the schooner,” continued Humphrey. “Oh!” The ejaculation came like a moan of disappointment. “ Here, who are you?” cried Humphrey. “No; he cannot be: way, sir. But hist! hush, for heaveu's sake! You will be heard,” said the voice. ‘ Speak low.” “Well, I'll speak in a whisper if you like,” said Humphrey. “ But where are you?” ‘Up above your chamber,” was the reply. “There is a place where the stones are broken away.” “ Then I am watched,” thought Humphrey, as the announce- ment recalled the captain. CONnnicloOolk<s =>