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Q74 COMMODORE JUNK. “Well, go on.” “That’s what I did, sor. I stuck close to the captain’s tail as he wint sthraight up to the door—ye know the door, sor, where the owld gintleman’s sitting over the porch, looking down at ye wid a plisant smile of his own.” “Yes, yes, I know. Go on.” “ Well, sor, I did go on; and there stood Black Mazzard wid the two biggest pishtols we have on the primises, wan in each hand and the other shtuck in his belt. ‘Kim another shtep,’ he says, ‘and [ll blow the place about your heads!’ Och, and I looked up thin to ask a blessing on meself before I wint up in such a hurry that I hadn’t time to confess; and bedad there was the owld gintleman expanding his mouth into the widest grin I iver saw in me life!” “And the Commodore, what did he do?” cried Humphrey, impatiently. “What did he do?” “Yes—draw his men off?” “Faix, he drew Black Mazzard’s blood off, for he wint shtraight at him, knocking one pishtol up in the air wid his hand as he did so. I niver saw annything so nate in me loife, sor. I told ye he’d got his best sword on—the sharp one.” “Yes, yes!” “ Well, sor, he seemed just to lift it up and howld it forninst him, as I’m howlding this knife—so ; and it wint right through Black Mazzard just bechuckst his shoulder and his neck; and as he pulls it out he takes him by the collar and drags him down upon his knees. “ <Come out, ye mad-brained idiots!’ he shouts at the lads inside—‘ come out, or I'll fire the powdher meself !’ “ Bedad, sor, ye might have heard a pin dhrop if there’d bin wan there, but there wasn’t ; and we heard Black Mazzard’s Commcooolkxs.c© =