"Terrence, are you telling me the truth?" he asked.
"Ivery blissid word of it is the gospel truth, me frind," Terrence answered. "The little girl still lives at the village beyant Baltimore, and if ye want her, ye kin win her."
"Terrence, you are trifling with me; Morgianna cares nothing for me."
"Don't ye belave it. If she didn't, why did she ask about ye the very first chance she had? Me boy, whin a girl remembers a fellow after five years, it's some sign. Now if ye want that blushin' damsel, lave it all to me."
"Terrence, let us go to sleep, we have a hard march before us to-morrow."
"I take it at yer word, captain."
In less than ten minutes the light-hearted Irishman was buried in slumber.
CHAPTER XVII.
THE CRUISER'S THREAT.