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Near the Ouzel Galley lay another large ship, and he guessed that she was the one which had captured her, but he wisely forebore to ask questions. "You see the sort of place you are in," said O'Harrall. "It is not one from which you could easily escape, however much you might desire it; but let me advise you not to make the attempt.
On going into the garden the next morning, he could perceive no traces by which it might perchance be discovered that O'Harrall had been there, and he determined that the occurrence should be known only to his mother and himself. He considered that it would be wrong to conceal it from her, and, sitting down, he told her what he had done. She did not speak for a minute or more.
The subject the man Dillon, or rather Michael O'Harrall, had mentioned had one beneficial effect in somewhat turning Owen's thoughts, although only occasionally, from the contemplation of Norah's and her father's position. Two more anxious days were passed, when, towards evening, land was seen ahead, mostly lying low, with a slight elevation in the centre.
He ascended to the loft, and throwing the light towards the further end, he saw the man he came to look for sleeping soundly. Before Owen had advanced a step O'Harrall awoke and, springing to his feet, saw who it was.
The man whom Gerald supposed to be O'Harrall was put into his boat. "We have met before," said Gerald, after they had pulled some little way down the river; "I wonder you don't know me." "It must have been a long time ago, then, sir, for I haven't the slightest recollection of ever having set eyes on you," answered the man. "What, were you never on board the Ouzel Galley?" asked Gerald.
Owen made no reply to these remarks. Bad as a man may be, he generally endeavours to offer some excuse to those he respects. But little further conversation passed till the boat reached the beach. O'Harrall then gave some orders to the men in her, who, as soon as he and his companions had landed, pulled away.
I might in some way have afforded them protection or the kind black woman would have done so." "Bad as he is, he will not surely venture to injure my young sister and fine old father," said Gerald. Owen, however, who had witnessed the fierce bursts of passion to which O'Harrall was accustomed to give way, still feared the worst.
I was engaged to marry a young lady who is sincerely attached to me, and for her sake I plead for my liberty, that I may be able to return to her, or at all events inform her that I am still alive." "Who is she?" asked O'Harrall, "although I need scarcely put the question." "Captain Tracy's daughter you have often seen her," answered Owen. "I thought so," exclaimed O'Harrall.
He looked again and again, not wishing, however, that the man should discover that he was especially noticing him; while the latter, apparently totally unconscious of being remarked, went on with his work. Still, it was not likely that O'Harrall had voluntarily come on board his ship. At last he determined to speak to the man, and to judge by his tone of voice and answers. He called him up.
Mr Foley at length persuaded Gerald to return with him on deck, where they found the man whom Gerald had at first taken for O'Harrall, standing with his arms bound behind his back, while Mr Tarwig was questioning him as to how he came to be on board the merchantman.
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