CHAPTER VII.
BARNEY’S AND POMP’S ADVENTURES.
“Phwere the divil do yez suppose that goes to?” cried Barney, glancing somewhat timorously down into the place.
“Golly! I cudn’t guess so hard a one as dat, I’sh.”
“Be me sowl, I belave there’s a big treasure hid away down there! Who knows but that murtherin’ ould spalpeen, Captain Kidd, left his gould in this spot?”
Pomp’s eyes glistened.
“We ain’t gwine to find out unless we tries it,” he said.
“Yez are roight, naygur. Jist climb down there an’ take a look about whoile I load up me pistol.”
“Yo’ go yo’sef!” sniffed the darky. “Yo’ am de leadah. Kain’t play no tricks on dis chile!”
“Begorra, I’m not afther thryin’ to do that,” cried Barney, indignantly. “Go an wid yez fer a big coward. Shure, it’s afraid yez are!”
“I ain’ afraid.”