"Has he a wife here?" "Woife, sor? Not he!" "A troop of mistresses, then, or a harem?" "Divil a bit, sor. He's riddy to shoot the boys whiniver they take a new wife--Ingin or white. I belave he hates the whole sex, and thinks women is divils, sor. Why, he hit Black Mazzard once, sor, for asking him why he didn't choose a pretty gyurl, and not live like a monk." "Is he brave?" "Yes, sor; and I wouldn't anger him if I were you." "Not I," said Humphrey. "There, the sickness has passed off. Now, help me out into the sunshine." "Help ye out?" said Dinny, looking puzzled. "Yes; into the bright sunshine. I seem to be decaying away here, man, and the warm light will give me strength." "Shure, an' if I do, Black Mazzard will pison me wid a pishtol-ball." "I have the captain's consent," said Humphrey. "Sure, and ye're not deludhering a boy, are ye, sor?" said Dinny. "No, no, my man, it is right. Help me; I did not know I was so weak." "An' is it wake?" said Dinny, drawing the prisoner's arm well through his own. "Sure, and didn't I see gallons o' blood run out of ye? Faix, and there was quarts and quarts of it; and I belave ye'd have died if I hadn't nursed ye so tenderly as I did." "My good fellow, you've been like a good angel to me," said Humphrey, feebly. "Hah! how glorious!" he sighed, closing his eyes as they stepped out of the long corridor into the opening cut through the forest, and then between the two piles of ruins into the glorious tropic sunshine. "Will it be too warrum?" said Dinny. "Warm! No, man, my heart has been chilled with lying there in the darkness. Take me farther out into the bright light." "Sure, and it's the sun bating ye down ye'll be havin'," said Dinny. "Look at that, now!" Dinny was gazing back at the pile of ancient buildings, and caught sight of a face in the shadow. "Yes, I am trying to look," said Humphrey, with a sigh; "but my eyes are not used to the light." "Sure, an' it's the captin, and he's kaping his oi on us," said Dinny to himself. "Well, all right, captain, darlin'! I'm not going to run away." "What place is this?" "Sure, an' it's meself don't know, sor. Mebbe it's the palace that the American good payple built for Christyphy Columbus. Mebbe," continued Dinny, "it's much owlder. Sure, and it shutes the captin, and we all live here whin we don't live somewhere else." "Somewhere else?" said Humphrey, looking at Dinny wonderingly as he grasped his arm and signed to him to wait and give him breath. "Well, I mane at say, sor, doing a bit o' business amongst the ships. Ah, look at her, thin, the darlin'!" he muttered, as a woman appeared for a moment among the lianas, held up her hand quickly to Dinny, and turned away. "What woman was that!" said Humphrey, hastily. "Woman, sor!" "Yes; that woman who kissed her hand to you." "An' did she kiss her hand to me, sor!" "Yes, man, you must have seen." "Sure, an' it must have been Misthress Greenheys, sor."