“Sure, and how could I know anny way, Black Mazzard?”
“Captain Mazzard!” roared the first speaker.
“Oh! Murther! Put them pishtols away, and I’ll call ye captain, or adhmiral if ye like!”
“No fooling! Where is that prisoner?”
“Which one, sor?”
“No fooling, Paddy! Captain Armstrong?”
“Faix, an’ he must have run away, skeart loike, whin he heerd you were coming.”
“You know where he is?”
“Faix, and that’s thrue,” said Dinny.
“Where is he, then? Tell me the truth, and I’ll let you live this time. Tell me a lie, and I’ll hang you.”