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250 COMMODORE JUNK. shtop, and as the darlin’ says she’ll niver make a mistake the right way wid her lips till I’ve taken her from Black Mazzard, why, T’ll do the thrick.” More days passed, and every stroll outside his prison had to be taken by Humphrey with Bart as close to him as his shadow. | Dinny kept away again, and the plan to escape might as well have never been uttered. Bart always went well armed with his prisoner, and seemed unusually suspicious, as if fearing an attempt at escape. Dinny’s little widow came no more, and the hours grew so irksome with the confinement consequent upon the captain’s absence that Humphrey longed for his return. He debated again and again all he had heard, and came to the conclusion that if he said anything it must be to the cap- ‘ain himself. One morning Bart’s manner showed that something had occurred. His sour face wore a smile, and he was evidently greatly relieved of his responsibility as he said to the prisoner : “There, you can go out,” ‘‘ Has the captain returned } Bart delivered himself of a short nod. “Tell him I wish to see him. Bid him come here.” “What! the skipper? You mean, ask him if I may take you to him, and he'll see you.” “T said, Tell your skipper to come here!” said Humphrey, drawing himself up and speaking as if he were on the quarter- deck. ‘Tell him I wish to see him at once.” Bart drew a long breath, and wrinkled up his forehead so that it seemed as if he had an enormous weight upon his head. Then, smiling grimly, he slowly left the place. The buccaneer, who looked anxious and dispirited, was istening to some complaint made by his lieutenant, and angry CONNIE OO;KS.€O©