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The people around Fernando all rushed forward, save Sukey, who came to his friend and, seeing that he was unhurt, began a mild reproof: "Why didn't you aim higher, Fernando?" Terrence came back a moment later and, bursting into laughter, said: "Begorra! this will interfere with his sedentary habits for a month. Arrah, me boy, it's proud o' ye I am."
Sukey thought it would be a little odd for Fernando to meet a man with whom he had exchanged shots; but Terrence declared it was the only "dacint" thing to do. They were not "haythin," to bear grudges. Consequently they went.
If you will give me gold, I will give you the powder." "I have no money with me," answered Sukey; "but I will come to-morrow and bring you a gold piece." "It must be gold," said the hag, feeling sure of her prey. "A gift of baser metal would kill the charm." "I will bring gold," answered Sukey.
He had as kind a heart as ever beat in the breast of a young Irishman of twenty-three; but his propensity to mischievous pranks was continually getting him and his friends into trouble. Fernando went to the fore part of the boat and sat by Sukey. For a few moments both were silent. Fernando was first to speak. "Sukey, how is all this to end?" he asked with a sigh.
When Sukey returned, he held a long interview with him and gave him a bundle of letters and papers to send home if he could not finish the sentence. "Ain't there no way to get out of it, Fernando?" asked Sukey, his droll face comical even in distress. "Not honorably." "Well, now that you're in the game, just shoot that infernal Englishman's head right off his shoulders, that's my advice.
Tom Varney drained the rest of his porter, and wiped his forehead with the sleeve of his coat. "And to use my pipe for such cruelty! Boy, boy, I could not have believed it! But you were not in earnest; oh, no, impossible! Sukey, my love Galatea the divine calm thy breast; Cupid did but jest. 'Cupid is the God of Laughter, Quip and jest and joke, sir."
At last Terrence declared he would have to take matters in hand himself. The sea was rough, and both Fernando and Sukey were too sick to leave their bunks long at the time. "Jist ye lie still there, like a darlint, and lave the skipper to me," said Terrence to Fernando. "Not another divil of a drop shall he have, until we are safe in Baltimore."
Acting on a sudden impulse which gave her no time for consideration, Janice caught the knife from the hand of Sukey, and, with two hasty strokes, cut the cord where it was passed through the slats of the chair-back, setting the prisoner free.
"How are we to get out of this any way?" asked Sukey one day, when the three were together for a moment. "Lave it all to me!" said Terrence. "I am perfectly willing to leave it all to you, Terrence. Do just as you will, so you get me on shore."
"I thought so." Fernando sighed and remarked: "She may have married some one else, though." "No, she ain't." "Have you heard of her?" "I saw her!" Sukey declared. "When?" "When I was in Baltimore last winter." "Did you talk with her, Sukey?" "No." "Then how did you know she was not married?" "When I was in Baltimore last winter." "Did you talk with her, Sukey?" "No."
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