Commodore Junk — page 302: what you’re looking at

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THE SAFEST PLACE. 295 they fale it, and all that’s happened is that we did rache the boat, but had to come back here for a rest till we were riddy to goon. Sure, sor, yere hungry. Ate some of the tortillas and drink some of the wine, and thin, if ye won't think it pre- sumption, I'll say—afther you.” “Hat and drink, man. You must be faint I have no appetite.” “Ah!” ejaculated Dinny, after a pause of about a quarter of an hour, which he had bravely employed, “there’s nothing like food and dhrink, if it’s only potaties and butthermilk. Sure I’m ready for annything now, and so will ye be, sor, as soon as the wine begins to work.” ‘“‘Dinny, I’m ready for anything, now ; but we cannot stay here.” “Git up, sor, if ye wouldn’t moind,” said Dinny. Humphrey obeyed dejectedly as the man advanced. “Sure, sor, and it’s a wondherful owld place this, and there must have been some strange games carried on. Now, sor, in all the months ye’ve been here, did ye iver look under the bed 3” “Under the bed, man?” cried Humphrey. ‘ Why, it is a huge block of stone.” “Is it, now, sor? Sure and didn’t I help fit up the place for ye when ye first came, an’ by the captain’s orders? Sure and I know all about it. ‘Dinny, me boy,’ me mother used to say to me, ‘ ye haven't got a watch and ye’ve got no money, but ye may have both some day, so beware of thayves and robbers ; and whiniver ye go to slape in a sthrange place, be sure ye look under the bed.’ An’ yer mother niver gave you that advice, sor ?” He walked to the couch and threw up the skins which covered it, revealing what seemed to be a low, square bench of stone, whose top was one enormous slab, CONnnicGloOol<s =)