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248 COMMODORE JUNK. here didn’t know any betther, and the prastes were a bad lot. so they used to worship the owld gintleman, and give him a prisoner ivery now and then cut up aloive.” “Nonsense! How do you know that }” “ Faix, it’s written on the stones so; and we found them althers wid places for the blood to run, and knives made out of flint-glass. It’s thrue enough.” “ But what about the temple ?” “Sure, it is the divil’s temple, sor,” said Dinny, with a twinkle of the eye; “‘and the skipper said it was just the place for it, so he fills it full of our divil’s dust.” “ Money ?” “ An’ is it money? That’s all safe in another place, wid silver and gowld bars from the mines, as we tuk in ships, and gowld cups, sor. That’s put away safe, for it’s no use here, where there isn’t a whisky-shop to go and spend it. No, sor; divil’s dust, the black gunpowther.” “Oh, the magazine! Well, what of that?” ‘Sure, sor, the darlin’ put her pretty little lips close to my ear. ‘Och, darlin’, and loight of my ois, I says. ‘Sure, it’s so dark in the wood here that ye’ve made a mistake. That’s me ear, darlin’, and not me mouth. Let me show ye—— ‘No, Dinny,’ she says, ‘ I’m like being another man’s wife now, and I can foind me way to yer lips whether it’s dark or light when it’s proper and dacent to do so, and we've been to church,’ ” “Dinny, youll drive me mad!” cried Humphrey, im- patiently. “ An’ is it dhrive ye mad, when I’m thrying to set ye right? Then Id better not tell ye, sor.” “Yes, yes! For goodness’ sake, man, go on.” “Ah, well, thin, an’ 1 will! She jist puts her lips to my ear and she says, ‘ Dinny, if ye lay a thrain from the powdher- Gomichbooksneo