"Long life to your honor, if that be true!" exclaimed Pat; "and you won't blow on the naiger?"
"I have too strong an interest in him to do anything to his injury," replied Henry. "But show me the way to him, Pat."
"One at a time, if yous plaze," said Pat, as he perceived Uncle Nathan about to follow them.
Pat led the way to the after part of the lower deck, to which Hatchie had ascended, as on the night of the rescue, to inhale the fresh air. This step was a safe one in the night, as, if any one approached (which was seldom), he could easily and speedily regain his hiding-place.
"Hould aisy," said Pat, as they approached the fugitive; "don't be afraid,—I have brought yous a frind."
"I hope you will not bring me too many friends," replied Hatchie, a little disconcerted.
"Don't you know me?" said Henry, as he grasped the hand of Hatchie; "I have just come from your mistress, and know your whole story."
"Not all," replied Hatchie; "you cannot know how much anxiety I have endured. Miss Emily is not yet safe."
"But we can easily foil the villain's future designs."
"We will, at least, endeavor to do so."