“That wretch free!” cried Humphrey.
“Yes, sir.”
“Where is he?”
“No one knows, sir; but they have parties out searching for him and for you.”
“Oh! murther! murther!” groaned Dinny. “My heart’s bruk entirely. What’ll I do at all? Shtop, darlin’; ye must come here.”
“Stop here, Dinny! Oh, no, I couldn’t!” said the woman, piteously.
“Sure no, and ye couldn’t,” said Dinny. “It wouldn’t be dacent, darlin’, for ye’ve got a characther to lose. Captain, dear, what’ll I do?”
“We must wait, Dinny, and try to-night if we cannot find a boat.”
“And lave that poor darlin’ to be freckened to death by that great black baste? Oh, captain, dear, I’ll have to go wid her and purtect her; and if I’m hung for it, why, I can’t help it. I should have behaved like a man.”
“Wait, Dinny,” said the woman, cheerily. “You keep in hiding for a day or two, dear. If Black Mazzard does come and try to get me away, I can but die.”