‘Whither, Jenkins, and for what purpose? Oh, tell me! tell me!’ entreated Blodget, his whole frame violently convulsed with the power of his emotions. Jenkins looked at him for a moment in silence, and then replied,— ‘You will know soon; at present I shall leave you to form your own conjectures, and to ask your conscience what ought to be your destiny.’ ‘Stay, Jenkins, I beseech you!’ cried the unfortunate prisoner, in delirious accents; but Jenkins had immediately quitted the cell, and securing the door was quickly far out of hearing. ‘inquire whether Miss Inez will do me the favor to grant me an interview,’ said Jenkins, addressing himself to Gordon, soon after he had entered the parlor, after he quitted the place in which Blodget was confined. Gordon, without offering any observation, hastened to do as he was bid, and quickly returned with an answer in the affirmative. Jenkins then hurried up stairs, and knocking at the door, was ushered into the presence of Inez. He paused at the door, and bowed to our heroine with an air of the utmost respect, and he was altogether lost in the admiration of Inez’s beauty. Her cheeks had become flushed immediately on her hearing the message from Jenkins, and her heart palpitated violently against her side with rekindled hopes. ‘Miss,’ at last observed Jenkins, in a respectful tone of voice; ‘I have no doubt suffered much in your opinion, from the part which I at first unfortunately enacted in the plot against you by your enemy, Blodget.’ Our heroine attempted to reply, but she was too much confused to do so, and Jenkins continued, ‘I am now, however, anxious to make all the reparation in my power, by restoring you to liberty and your friends!’ Inez uttered an exclamation of mingled delight and gratitude, and instantly sunk at the feet of Jenkins, and while the tears gushed from her eyes, she sobbed: ‘Oh, thanks! thanks! kind sir, for this—’ Jenkins interrupted her, and gently raised her from her knees. ‘Nay, my dear lady,’ he said, ‘I merit not your thanks; for, probably, had it not been for a certain discovery I by accident made, I might still have taken no interest in your fate.’ ‘A discovery!’ repeated Inez, with a look of astonishment. ‘Ay,’ answered the captain; ‘that you are the daughter of one who once befriended me.’ ‘Know you then my dear father?’ ‘Lady,’ answered Jenkins, in peculiar accents, ‘I have reason to know him, to be unceasing in my gratitude towards him.’ ‘Oh, say, does he still live?’ ‘He does!’ ‘Heaven receive my thanks!’ cried our heroine, fervently, clasping her hands, and raising her eyes.