Commodore Junk — page 92: what you’re looking at

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IN DEADLY PERIL. Fo} The same croaking roar arose, but more distant, as if it were the response to a challenge. “ Don’t it carry you home again, sergeant dear 1” “Silence in the How, Dinny?” said the sergeant, good-humouredly, for the men were laughing. “Why, my mother had a cow—a Kerry cow, the darlint— and Farmer Magee, half a mile across the bog, had a bull; and you could hear him making love to her at toimes just like that, and moighty plisant it was.” “And used he to come across the bog,” said the sergeant, “to court her?” ‘¢ And did he come across the bog to coort her!” said Dinny, with a contemptuous tone in his voice. ‘And could you go across a bog coorting if Farmer Magee had put a ring through your nose and tied you up to a post, sergeant dear? Oh, no! The farmer was moighty particular about that bull’s morals, and niver let him out of a night.” “Silence in the ranks! ’Tention!” said the sergeant. “ Half left!” Tramp—tramp—tramp—tramp ,; and the men passed round the end of the building just as the alligator bellowed again. Abel drew a long breath and rapidly drew himself through the hole—no easy task—and Bart began to follow, but only to stick before he was half-way through. “Tm at it again,” he whispered. ‘‘ Natur’ made me crooked 0’ purpose to go wrong at times like this.” Abel seized his hands, as he recalled the incident at the cottage. ‘‘ Now,” he whispered, ‘ both together—hard !” Bart gave himself a wrench as his companion tugged tre- mendously, and the resistance was overcome. “ Half my skin,” growled Bart, as he struggled to his feet and stood by his companion. ‘ Now, lad, this way.” Gomicbooks