Commodore Junk — page 86: what you’re looking at

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IN DEADLY PERIL. 79 Abel’s countenance grew dark and deeply lined, for at thai, moment, in his despair and disappointment, he felt ready to go to any extremity, knowing, as he did, that his sister was waiting for him, holding out her hands and saying, ‘‘ Come !” Only another day, and then she would give up expecting them by night, and take to watching for them by day, when the attempt seemed hopeless. And so it proved, for during the following week the - prisoners were only once in the coffee plantation, and so strictly watched that they felt that to attempt an evasion was only to bring destruction upon their hopes, perhaps cause Mary’s imprisonment for attempting to assist prisoners to escape. “Tt’s of no use, Bart,” said Abel at last, despondently. “Poor girl! Why did she come ?” “‘ Help us away,” said Bart, grufily. “Yes, but all in vain.” “Tchah! Wait a bit.” * Do you think she will still come and wait?” said Abel, dolefully. “Do I think the sun'll shine agen?” growled Bart. ‘‘Here’s a fellow! Born same time as that there lass, lived with her all his days, and then he knows so little about her that he says, ‘ Will she come agen ?’” “¢ Enough to tire her out.” “Tchah!” cried Bart again, ‘when you know she'll keep on coming till she’s an old grey-headed woman, or she gets us away.” Abel shook his head, for he was low-spirited and not con- vinced; but that night his heart leaped, for as he lay half asleep, listening to the thin buzzing hum of the mosquitoes which haunted the prisoners’ quarters, and the slow, regular pace of the sentry on guard outside, there was the faint rattle CONnnicGloOol<s =>