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THE SAFEST PLACE. 299 “Sure, an’ what good’ll that do me?” cried Dinny. ‘“ D’ye want to make me a widow, too?” “Hush! Youre talking too loudly,” whispered the woman. “Good-bye! Next time I come I'll bring food. Perhaps good news.” ‘No, no; don’t go yet, darlin’,” cried Dinny. “She’s gone. Oh, murther, sor! What'll Ido? Can't ye put me out of me misery at wanst?” Dinny calmed down at last, and Humphrey resumed his place upon the couch, which was arranged so that at any moment they might secure their retreat. But the night had not passed before the faithful littie.woman was back again with such provisions as she could bring and lower down to them, for she would not hear of Dinny coming out, threatening to keep away if he ran any risk. This went on for two nights, during which téme they had no alarm. Not a soul beside approached the place; and the same report was brought them that their hiding-place baffled all, but the captain was fiercely determined that the prisoners should be found. “Then why not try to escape inland, Dinny?” said Hum- phrey, at last. ‘Surely, it cannot be impossible.” _ “ Haven’t we all thried it again and again wid the captain, sor?” said Dinny, in remonstrance. ‘“ He set us all to work, so as to make sure that we couldn't be attacked from the land ; and ye can’t get in a mile annywhere, for thick forest worked together like a powerful big hurdle that’s all solid, and beyant that’s mountains—and burning mountains—and the divil knows what! Sure, and ye can’t get that way at all widout an army of wood-cutters, and a life a hundred years long !” A week went by, food was wanting, the prisoners were in despair, and they had both crept out again and again to the Gomilcbooks