“Oh, faix! It was only me fun. I couldn’t do such a thing.”
“Do you want that man to escape or be set free, and lay claim again to that poor little woman?”
“Oh, the poor little crathur! no.”
“Then help me to escape.”
“Sure and ye’re good friends wid the shkipper and don’t want to go, sor.”
“I must and will escape, Dinny, and you shall help me for Mistress Greenheys’ sake.”
“Ah, and it’s touching me on me soft place ye are,” said Dinny pitifully.
“For her sake, I tell you, and you shall be happy with her at home.”
“Sure an’ I haven’t got an ‘at home,’” said Dinny.
“Then, as I promised you, I’ll make you one. Come, save her from that scoundrel.”