Commodore Junk — page 263: what you’re looking at

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256 COMMODORE JUNK. “ Revile! Well, is it not your portion ?” “For treating you with the consideration due to a gentle- man ?” said the buccaneer, whose features grew more calm and whose eyes brightened as if from satisfaction at finding the prisoner so cool and daring, and in how little account he was held. ‘I have given orders that the prisoner should be treated well. Is there anything more I can do?” The harsh grating voice had grown soft, deep, rich, and mellow, while the dark, flashing eyes seemed to have become dreamy as they rested upon the prisoner’s handsome, defiant face. “Yes,” said Humphrey, bitterly ; “give me my liberty.” The buccaneer shook his head. ‘Curse you! No; you profess to serve me—to treat me well—and you keep me here barred up like some wild beast whom you have caged.” ‘“‘ Barred—caged !” said the buccaneer, raising his eyebrows. “You have freedom to wander where you will.” “Bah! freedom!” cried Humphrey, springing up. ‘Curse you! why don’t I strangle you where you stand?” At that moment there was a rustling among the leaves out- side the window, and Humphrey burst into a mocking laugh. “How brave!” he cried. ‘‘The buccaneer captain comes to see his unarmed prisoner, and his guards wait outside the doorway, while another party stop by the window, ready to spring in.” The buccaneer’s face turned of a deep dull red—the glow of annoyance, as he strode to the window and exclaimed fiercely— ‘Why are you here? Go!” « But ss “Go, Bart,” said the buccaneer, more quietly. ‘ Captain Armstrong will not injure me.” There was a heavy rustling sound among the leaves and the Gomichbooksreo