Commodore Junk — page 94: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

IN DEADLY PERIL. 87 couple of gintlemen from escaping. ‘There’s the gate, gintle- men. Ye’ve got my mushket, and I can’t stop you.” “Yes, come along,” whispered Bart. ‘What! and leave him to give the alarm?” said Abel. “We're wasting time, man. ‘Tis his life or ours.” “Not at all, sor,” whispered the sentry, pleadingly. “TI won't give the alarm, on my hanner ; and you can’t kill a boy widout letting him just say, ‘How d’ye dot’ and ‘ Which is the way yander 1?’ to the praste.” ‘Shall we trust him?” said Bart, in a low growl. “No!” “Thin take me wid ye, gintlemen. Faix, ye might force me to go, for the divil a bit do I want to shtay here.” ‘Look here,” whispered Bart; ‘it’s neck or nothing, my lad. If you give the alarm, it will be with that bayonet struck through you.” “ And would a Kelly give the alarm, afther he said on his hanner? Sure, you might thrust me.” “Over with you, then, Bart,” whispered Abel; ‘ I'll stand over him here. Take the gun.” Bart obeyed, and Abel stood with one hand upon the sentry’s shoulder, and the bayonet close to his throat. “ An’ is that the way you thrust a gintleman 1” said Dinny, contemptuously, as Bart, with all a sailor’s and rock-climber’s activity, drew himself up, and dropped from the top of the wall at the side. ‘“‘ Now, you over,” whispered Abel. ‘We shall take you with us till we’re safe; but so sure as you give warning of our escape, you lose your life!” “Ah! ye may thrust me,” said the sentry, quickly. “Is it over wid me?” “Yes ; quick !” The man scaled the gate as easily as Bart had done before Gomicbooks =)