Two of these prisoners were men, and they were standing up, and even in this obscure light, Colonel Rosenthal thought he could recognize something familiar in the aspect of the taller of these men. The third prisoner was a woman, and was seated on the ground, with her apron thrown over her head. While Justin was still looking at the group, and trying to remember who the tall man might be, the latter stooped and whispered to the woman, who then suddenly threw her apron down and turned her head. Justin was standing where the faint light of the candle in the sconce fell upon him, and, though he could not distinctly see the other prisoners in their obscure corner, they could see him quite plainly. So, the instant after the woman had turned her head towards him, she leaped up and sprang past her guards before they could prevent her, and almost threw herself into Justin’s arms, exclaiming frantically: “Och, glory be to the Lord! is it yourself, Mr. Rosenthal, dear?—And how is Miss Conyers, sure?” “JUDITH!” cried Justin, in unbounded astonishment. “Och, yis; it’s meself, sure, Lorrd kape me!” “I am glad and sorry to see you, my girl. How came you here?” inquired Justin. “And is it how came I here? Sure didn’t thim bastes iv gorrillas—divil burn thim, for they’re worse nor the pirates thimselves—didn’t they saize our wagon, and rob us iv every blessed thing we possessed in the world, and thin bring us here? That the Lorrd may smite thim!” exclaimed Judith, fervently. “Then you belonged to that sutler’s wagon which was captured?” inquired Justin. “First and foremost, I belonged to the divil himself, or I niver would be torminted as I am!” said Judith, impatiently. “But you _were_ in the sutler’s wagon, were you not?” again inquired Justin. “Oh, ay, yes; bad luck to it, I was in the sutler’s wagon whin thim haythins saized it. And be the same token, I hope you’ve come with your army to hang ivery one iv thim!” “Why, Judith, what are you thinking of, my girl? Don’t you see that I am a prisoner like yourself?” said Justin. “You a prisoner! Sure the thaives niver had the impudence to make you a prisoner?” exclaimed Judith, in consternation. “It is as you see, my girl,” answered Colonel Rosenthal, smiling in spite of his misfortunes. “Thin the world must be coming to an ind! And serve it right; for it’s a baste iv a world altogether, where a Christian can’t sail upon the say without the fear iv shipwrecks, and desert islands, and say-fights, and pirates, and the like; and can’t travel upon the land itself without falling among thaives!” exclaimed the woman. “But, Judith, my girl, how did you happen to be among the sutlers?” inquired Justin. “D’ye see me gay Tom there, with his head bound up? He is always getting his crown cracked, is me gay Tom. If he hadn’t a hard Scotch head, he’d been dead long ago. D’ye see him, mind?” “Yes,” replied Justin, now turning to look again at the tall man, and recognizing McAlpine.