“Faix, an’ if I helped ye to eshcape, captain, darlin’, sure and one of ’em would be having fruit hanging to it before the day was out, and a moighty foine kind of pear it would be.”
Chapter Twenty Six.
Under Another Rule.
“You’re to keep to your prison till further orders,” said Bart one day as he entered the place.
“Who says so!” cried Humphrey, angrily.
“Lufftenant.”
“What! Mazzard?”
“Yes, sir. His orders.”