“Why?” said Humphrey, sharply.
“Why?” said Dinny, scratching his head; “perhaps he wants to get ye in good condition before ye’re hung.”
“Hung?”
“Yis, sor. That’s what Black Mazzard says.”
“Is that the man who tried to cut me down with a boarding-axe?”
“That’s the gintleman, sor; and now let me put ye tidy, and lay yer bed shtraight. Sure, and ye’ve got an illigant cabin here, as is good enough for a juke. Look at the ornaments on the walls.”
“Are there any more places like this?”
“Anny more! Sure, the wood’s full of ’em.”
“But about here?”
“About here! Oh, this is only a little place. Sure, we all live here always when we ar’n’t aboard the schooner.”