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318 COMMODORE JUNK. “But, darlin’, what’s wrong? Whisht! shpake out, and let’s hear ye. Look at that, now! Why, she’s gone!” For there was a faint rustling overhead, and then all was silence once again. “Sure, sor, would ye look at me,” cried Dinny, with a most perplexed expression of countenance, “and tell me if I’m awake or it’s only a dhrame.” “ Dinny,” said Humphrey, “she would not have come in such haste if there had not been good cause. Go and warn the captain. Quick !” The day passed without news, and, weary with his tedious pacing of his great cell, Humphrey Armstrong threw himself upon his couch, where he lay, with the great solemn face of the old stone idol seeming to loom down mysteriously from above. It was not until the next morning that he saw Dinny again. The night had passed quietly, and the day found Humphrey still watching. He, however, dropped into a pleasant slumber as the sun rose, in which sleep he was still plunged when Dinny came. ‘‘Jist nawthing at all, sor,” he said, ‘The darlin’ must have got acraze in her head, for when I told the captain he trated me wid scorn, and Bart asked me if I was playing the fool.” “Then there is no danger ?” ‘‘Divil a bit, sor, that I can think out,” said Dinny. ‘But Mistress Greenheys.” “What about her, sor?” “ What did she say 7” “ Sure an’ you heard it all, sor. I couldn’t repate it now if I thried.” “ But you have seen her since ?” ‘Sin her! Bedad I'd only like to—if it was only to shpake Gomichbooksneo =)