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276 COMMODORE JUNK. throws him down. ‘Here,’ he says, ‘ put your foot on this dog’s throat,’ Bart had it there before ye knew where ye were, and thin if the skipper didn’t go right up to the row of min and walks slowly along ’em, looking ’em wan by wan in the face wid his dark oi, sor. And he made ’em turn white and shiver, he did, sor, till he’d looked ’em all down, and thin he shteps out, little shtiff fellow as he is, and he says: “‘¢ You fools, to be led away by a thing like that! How shall I punish ’em, Dinny?’ he says, turning to me. “‘¢Sure, captain,’ I says, ‘they are all shtanding nate and handy, and if ye give me word, Ill shtand at wan ind and send a bullet through the lot, and there'll be no waste.’ “¢Pah !’ he says, ‘I don’t make war on the lads who've fought by my side. Go back to your quarthers,’ he says, ‘ and if ye turn again me once more I'll give ye such a punishment as ye disarve. You shall have your Captain Mazzard.’ “¢D’ye hear that, ye divils?’ I says, for I couldn’t stop meself, sor ; and they give three cheers for the captain and wint off to quarthers ; and that was all.” “ But Mazzard—what of him?” ‘Qh, he’s putt away in as nice and plisant a place asa gintleman could wish to have, sor. It’s cool, and undherground, and the only way to it is down through a hole in a stone like Father O’Grady’s well, and Bart fades him wid food at the ind of a long shtick. He’s safe enough now. But sure and the best thing for everyone would be for him to doi by accident through Bart forgetting to take him his mate.” ‘‘ Starve him to death!” cried Humphrey. “ Faix, no, not a bit of it, sor. He’s a bad one annyway, and if he died like a sparrow in a cage, sure it would be a bless ing for all of us.” ‘And the widow Greenheys, Dinny ?” “‘Whisht ! be aisy, sor, wid a lady's name.” Gomichbooksneo