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ONE PRISONER FREE. 317 freckened about him till a dacent praste has tied us two to- gether toightly, and then I sha’n’t be happy till I know that Black Mazzard’s nailed up bechuckst four boards; and if I’ve annything to do wid it they shall be as thick as trees and naited wid screws.” ‘He has made his escape somewhere ?” “ Not he, sor; and I don’t like the look o’ things, I’ve been too much shut up to see annything, being more like a cockroach in a whishky bottle and the cork tied down than annything else. But I’m skeart, captain darlin’; and if anny- thing happens whisht ! have ye kept my saycret ?” He put his lips close to the prisoner’s ears, and whispered as he gave a knowing look at the couch. “Tt is a secret still, Dinny.” “Good luck to ye, sor! Thin, if annything happens, just you go there and lie shnug till I come to ye; and if ye’ll tak’ my advice yell keep on putting a dhrop o’ wine in the cellar and shtoring up a bit o’ food; and if it isn’t wanted, why yere no worse off.” “ Explain yourself, my lad,” said the prisoner, for the lively chatter of the Irishman relieved the tedium of his confinement. “ Hist !” “ Murther !” ejaculated Dinny, as a faint signal came from overhead. ‘Sure an’ I was niver cut out for a prophet afther all.” “ Dinny !—Captain Armstrong!” came from above. bP] “Good luck to ye, darlin’! kape on shpaking,” whispered Dinny, excitedly. ‘It does me good to hear ye; but niver mind the captain, darlin’. Shpake to me.” ‘“‘T came here—at great risk,’ came down, as if the speaker was panting heavily. ‘‘There’s something wrong—I want to put you on your guard. Tell the captain. Quick! I dare not stay.” Eomicbooks =