“Searching for you far and wide; and the captain is furious. He says he will have you found.”
“And ye’ve been quite well, darlin’?”
“Yes, Dinny. No, Dinny. I’ve been fretting to death to know what had become of you.”
“Sure and I’ve been quite right, only I wanted to know about you. Nobody’s middled wid ye, then?”
“No, Dinny—not yet.”
“Arrah, shpake out now, and say what ye mane wid your ‘not yet,’” cried Dinny, angrily.
“Black Mazzard.”
“Well, he’s shut up.”
“He escaped the same time that you did.”
“Eshcaped! Holy Moses!”