Commodore Junk — page 261: what you’re looking at

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254 COMMODORE JUNK. “And you are going there—to him ?” “Tam going there to him. Can you not trust me, Bart?” The poor fellow made a weary gesture with his hands, and then, as the captain drew himself up, looking supremely hand- some in his picturesque garb, and with his face flushed and brightened eyes, Bart followed him towards Humphrey’s prison, walking at a distance, and with something of the manner of a faithful watch-dog who had been beaten heavily, but who had his duties to fulfil, and would do them till he died. OHAPTER XXVIIL ANOTHER DUEL. “Ts that his step? No; it’s that miserable gaoler’s,” said Humphrey, as he lay back on his soft skin-covered couch with his arms beneath his head in a careless, indolent attitude. Humphrey was beginning to feel the thrill of returning strength in his veins, and it brought with it his old indepen- dence of spirit and the memory that he had been trained to rule. His little episode with Bart that morning had roused him a little, and prepared him for his encounter with the buc- caneer captain, upon whom he felt he was about to confer a favour. A smile played about his lips as the step drew nearer, the difference between it and that of Bart being more and more marked as he tistened, and then quite closed his eyes, while the heavy curtain was drawn aside, and the buccaneer entered the chamber. He took a step or two forward, which placed him in front of the stone idol, and there he stood gazing down at the Gomichbooksneo