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300 COMMODORE JUNK. end of the corridor and listened to try and make out some- thing ; but all outside was solemnly still, and the place might have been once more the abode of death, had not a couple of sentries always been visible keeping watch, so that it was im- possible to stir. “T can’t shtand this anny longer, sor,” said Dinny one evening. “I’m going to see if I can’t find her, sor. I must have news of the darlin’, or I shall die!” “Tt’s madness, Dinny!” said Humphrey, excitedly. ‘Sure, and I know it is, sor. I am mad.” “ But you will injure her and yourself too.” “T can’t help it, sor. I’ve a faling upon me that Black Mazzard has got her again, and I’m going to fetch her away.” “You are going to your death ; and it will be through me, man ! ” ‘Make your moind aisy, sor, about that. It would be all the same if ye were not here. Sure, and I’d bea poor sort of a boy if I towld a woman I loved her, and thin, when the darlin’ was in difficulties, jist sat down quietly here, and left her in the lurch.” “She would not have you stir, Dinny, if she knew.” “ What of that, sor? Let ’em hang me if they catch me ; and if they do, sor, Oil doie like a Kelly. And not a word will I shpake of where ye are ; and I wish ye safe away to your swateheart—for ye’ve got wan, I’m thinking, or ye wouldn’t be so aiger to get away.” “Well, promise me this, Dinny—you'll wait a few hours and see if we have news.” “ Paix, and for your sake, sor, I'll do that same,” said Dinny. He went to the window opening and leaned there, listen- ing; while Humphrey seated himself upon the edge of the couch to watch the opening above his head, in the expectancy Gomichbooksneo ——)