One Prisoner Free.
“Dinny! You here!”
“Yes, sor—it’s me.”
“But at liberty?”
“Yes, sor; and I’m to attend on ye as I did avore.”
“But—”
“Oh, it’s all right, sor! The captain’s a bit busy, and I’m not to be hung at present. I’m to be kept till there’s a big holiday, and be strung up then. It’s the fashion out in this part of the counthry.”
“My poor fellow,” cried Humphrey, “I am glad to see you safe again!”
“Safe, sir! and d’ye call it safe, whin the first time, perhaps, as the skipper gets in a passion I shall be hung up in all me youth and beauty, like one o’ the big drooping flowers on a tree!”
“Nonsense, man!”