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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 135 o’ Compton’s remark about my destination, asked him if he could direct me to Davy Jones’s locker. He stopped whistling the tune of that de- testable song, and having gazed at me for some moments in incomprehensible astonish- ment, slapped his thigh, and roared lustily. “« Art in such a hurry to get there, lad?” he cried, when he was capable of speech. “Thou art the first ever I sailed in company with’ that was. Davy Jones’s locker, say’st thou? Marry, my master, there’s many a way thither, though devil a man, that I heard tell of, found the way back again.” There was something sinister in the fellows’ tone and manners, and I was turning away, with a feeling of unaccountable dread, when he grasped me by the arm, and dragging me back to John o’ Compton cried, his voice still shaken by half-suppressed merriment : “Captain ! here’s a volunteer for Davy Jones’s locker. He wants to learn the way.” “Does he?” exclaimed John o’ Compton, with an oath. ‘‘Then, by ——, he shall Take the helm, Jake.” He advanced towards me, and as I shrank ( 1OOY | © comichbooks.com