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Now this was a point which Mr. Ralph Corbet himself wished to be informed upon. He had not thought much about it in making the engagement; he had been too young, or too much in love.

Samuel Peyton, convict, for having on the evening of the King's birth-day broke open an officer's marquee, with an intent to commit robbery, of which he was fully convicted, had sentence of death passed on him at the same time as Corbet; and on the following day they were both executed, confessing the justness of their fate, and imploring the forgiveness of those whom they had injured.

"I say, old Corbet, or Dunphy, or whatever the devil they call you; here's a relation of yours by the mother's side only, you old dog mark that; here I am, Ambrose Gray, a gentleman in disguise, as you well know; and I want you to bail me out." "An' a respectable way you ax it," said Dunphy, putting on his spectacles, and looking at him through the bars. "Respect!

But Captain Corbet had nothing else to do, and so, whether it was on account of his lack of employment, or because of the sake of old associations, he kept his eyes fixed on the steamer. Time passed on, and in the space of another half hour she had drawn very near to the Antelope. Suddenly Captain Corbet slapped his hand against his thigh. "Declar, if they ain't a goin to overhaul us!" he cried.

"It's either a timber ship, or a desert island, as you say, that's sartin," said Captain Corbet, after further thought, speaking with strong emphasis. "Thar ain't a mite o' doubt about it; an which o' them it is air a very even question. For my part, I'd as soon bet on one as t'other." "I've heerd tell o' several seafarin men that's got adrift, an lit on that thar isle," said Bennie, solemnly.

It had been half tide when he landed, and but a little was uncovered; at full tide he saw that it would all be covered up by the water, sea weed, rocks, and all, and concealed from human eye. In the midst of these painful discoveries there suddenly occurred to him the true name and nature of this place. Quaco Ledge! That was the place which Captain Corbet had described.

Corbet and her daughters naturally questioned her as to who these Wilkinses were; they remembered the name in Ralph's letters formerly; the father was some friend of Mr. Ness's, the clergyman with whom Ralph had read; they believed Ralph used to dine with these Wilkinses sometimes, along with Mr. Ness.

On one side was a shore, close by them, well wooded in some places, and in others well cultivated, while on the other side was another shore, equally fertile, extending far along. "Here we air," cried Captain Corbet. "That wind served us well. We've had a fust-rate run. I calc'lated we'd be three or four days, but instead of that we've walked over in twenty-four hours. Good agin!"

The sadness which they had felt all along was now deeper than ever, and they looked forward without a ray of hope. On Friday evening they landed at Scott's Bay, and, as old Bennie Griggs's house was nearest, they went there. They found both the old people at home, and were received with an outburst of welcome. Captain Corbet was an old acquaintance, and made himself at home at once.

And then Ellinor had to tell her the outline of the facts so soon likely to be made public; that Mr. Corbet and she had determined to break off their engagement; and that Mr. Corbet had accordingly betaken himself to the Parsonage; and that she did not expect him to return to Ford Bank. Miss Monro's astonishment was unbounded.