“You remember her story!”
“Remember! Yes,” cried Humphrey. “She disappeared from near Dartmouth years ago.”
“Yes.”
“What became of her—poor girl?” said Humphrey, earnestly; and the buccaneer’s cheeks coloured as the words of pity fell.
“She joined her brother out here.”
“But he was a convict.”
“She helped him to escape.”
“I see it all,” cried Humphrey, eagerly; “and he became the pirate—and you became the pirate—the buccaneer, Commodore Junk.”
“Yes.”
“Good heavens!” ejaculated Humphrey. “And the sister—your sister, man the handsome, dark girl whom my cousin—Oh, hang cousin James! What a scoundrel he could be!”