Commodore Junk — page 305: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

298 COMMODORE JUNK. “Yes, Dinny. No, Dinny. I’ve been fretting to death to know what had become of you.” | “Sure and [T’ve been quite right, only I wanted to know about you. Nobody’s middled wid ye, then?” No, Dinny—not yet.” Arrah, shpake out now, and say what ye mane wid your ‘not yet,” cried Dinny, angrily. “ Black Mazzard.” “Well, he’s shut up.” “He escaped the same time that you did. “ Eshcaped! Holy Moses !” “That wretch free!” cried Humphrey. “Yes, sir.” ‘Where is he $” ‘No one knows, sir; but they have parties out searching for hin and for you.” ‘Oh! murther! murther!” groaned Dinny. ‘“ My heart’s bruk entirely. What’ll I do at all? Shtop, darlin’; ye must come here.” ‘‘Stop here, Dinny! Oh, no, I couldn’t!” said the woman, piteously. “Sure no, and ye couldn't,” said Dinny. “It wouldn’t be dacent, darlin’, for ye’ve got a characther to lose. Captain, dear, what'll I do?” “We must wait, Dinny, and try to-night if we cannot find a boat.” “ And lave that poor darlin’ to be freckened to death by that great black baste? Oh, captain, dear, [ll have to go wid her and purtect her; and if I’m hung for it, why, I can’t help it. I should have behaved like a man.” “Wait, Dinny,” said the woman, cheerily. ‘ You keep in hiding for a day or two, dear. If Black Mazzard does come and try to get me away, I can but die.” | Gomichbooksneo