Commodore Junk — page 277: what you’re looking at

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270 COMMODORE JUNK. and gazing eagerly in the buccaneer’s face; “a sister’s honour —defended—punished—sent away for that! No; it is im- possible! Yes—ah! I know you now! Abel Dell!” The buccaneer shrank back, gazing at him wildly. ‘That is what always seemed struggling in my brain,” cried Humphrey, excitedly. ‘Of course, I know you now. And you were sent over here—a convict, and escaped.” The buccaneer hesitated for a few moments, with the deep colour going and coming in his face. “Yes,” he said, at last. ‘“ Abel Dell escaped from the dreary plantation where he laboured.” “And his sister?” “You remember her story 4” ‘Remember! Yes,” cried Humphrey. ‘She disappeared from near Dartmouth years ago.” “Yes.” ‘What became of her—poor girl?” said Humphrey, ear- nestly ; and the buccaneer’s cheeks coloured as the words of pity fell. “She joined her brother out here.” “But he was a convict.” ‘She helped him to escape.” “T see it all,” cried Humphrey, eagerly; “and he became the pirate—and you became the pirate—the buccaneer, Com- modore Junk,” “Yes,” ‘Good heavens!” ejaculated Humphrey. ‘ And the sister —your sister, man—the handsome, dark girl whom my cousin —Oh, hang cousin James! What a scoundrel he could be!” It was the sturdy, outspoken exclamation of an honest English gentleman, and as the buccaneer heard it, Humphrey felt his haud seized in a firm grip, to be held for a few moments and then dropped. ° Gomichbooksneo =)