"Stop here, Dinny! Oh, no, I couldn't!" said the woman, piteously. "Sure no, and ye couldn't," said Dinny. "It wouldn't be dacent, darlin', for ye've got a characther to lose. Captain, dear, what'll I do?" "We must wait, Dinny, and try to-night if we cannot find a boat." "And lave that poor darlin' to be freckened to death by that great black baste? Oh, captain, dear, I'll have to go wid her and purtect her; and if I'm hung for it, why, I can't help it. I should have behaved like a man." "Wait, Dinny," said the woman, cheerily. "You keep in hiding for a day or two, dear. If Black Mazzard does come and try to get me away, I can but die." "Sure, an' what good'll that do me?" cried Dinny. "D'ye want to make me a widow, too!" "Hush! You're talking too loudly," whispered the woman. "Good-bye! Next time I come I'll bring food. Perhaps good news." "No, no; don't go yet, darlin'," cried Dinny. "She's gone. Oh, murther, sor! What'll I do! Can't ye put me out of me misery at wanst?" Dinny calmed down at last, and Humphrey resumed his place upon the couch, which was arranged so that at any moment they might secure their retreat. But the night had not passed before the faithful little woman was back again with such provisions as she could bring and lower down to them, for she would not hear of Dinny coming out, threatening to keep away if he ran any risk. This went on for two nights, during which time they had no alarm. Not a soul beside approached the place; and the same report was brought them that their hiding-place baffled all, but the captain was fiercely determined that the prisoners should be found. "Then why not try to escape inland, Dinny!" said Humphrey, at last. "Surely, it cannot be impossible." "Haven't we all thried it again and again wid the captain, sor!" said Dinny, in remonstrance. "He sot us all to work, so as to make sure that we couldn't be attacked from the land; and ye can't get in a mile annywhere, for thick forest worked together like a powerful big hurdle that's all solid, and beyant that's mountains--and burning mountains-- and the divil knows what! Sure, and ye can't get that way at all widout an army of wood-cutters, and a life a hundred years long!" A week went by, food was wanting, the prisoners were in despair, and they had both crept out again and again to the end of the corridor and listened to try and make out something; but all outside was solemnly still, and the place might have been once more the abode of death, had not a couple of sentries always been visible keeping watch, so that it was impossible to stir. "I can't shtand this anny longer, sor," said Dinny one evening. "I'm going to see if I can't find her, sor. I must have news of the darlin', or I shall die!" "It's madness, Dinny!" said Humphrey, excitedly. "Sure, and I know it is, sor. I am mad." "But you will injure her and yourself too."