Commodore Junk — page 342: what you’re looking at

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IN THE VAULT. 335 Mary signed ty him to listen; and at that moment the stone slab moved gently a few inches, for someone had seated himself upon the edge, and the buzz of talking was heard. ** Now, my lad,” cried a hoarse, drink-engendered voice, which came plainly to where they crouched, “you know all about it, and I’m captain now. Where's that prisoner?” _ ‘Sure, and how could I know anny way, Black Mazzard?” ‘Captain Mazzard !” roared the first speaker. “Oh! murther! Put them pishtols away, and I'll call ye captain, or adhmiral if ye like!” “No fooling! Where is that prisoner ?” ‘Which one, sor?” “No fooling, Paddy! Captain Armstrong ¢” ‘‘Faix, an’ he must have run away, skeart loike, whin he heerd you were coming.” ‘You know where he is*” “ Faix, and that’s thrue,” said Dinny. “ Where is he, then? Tell me the truth, and I'll let you live this time. Tell me a lie, and I’ll hang you.” “Och, don’t, captain! Ye’d waken yer crew horribly if ye were to hang me,” “T’ll hang you, as sure as you stand there, if you don’t confess.” “Murther! Don’t, now, captain, for I shouldn't die dacently if ye did hang me. It isn’t a way I’ve been accustomed to. Ah, moind! That pishtol might go off,” “ It will go off if you don’t speak. He’s hidden somewhere here, and you know where. Speak out!” “Shpake out! And is it shpake out?” said Dinny, slowly, as with advanced blade Humphrey stood ready to plunge it into the breast of the first man who attempted to descend. “Qh, well, I'll shpake out then.” CONnniGloOol<s ==)