"
"But he will expose himself, and she may deliver him up."
"Divil a bit! Didn't he save her from dhrowning, last night?" exclaimed
Pat, warmly, for this act of Hatchie excited all his admiration.
"Good gracious! you don't say so!" and Uncle Nathan understood the
mystery of the previous night.
"Sorra a word o' lie in it."
"But where in natur is the feller?" asked the wonder-struck Yankee, his
curiosity getting the better of every other consideration.
"Whisht, now," whispered Pat; "he is in one of those boxes, with the
dead men! Do yous mind?"
"Good gracious! how you talk! In a coffin?"
"Divil a coffin at all. Sure as nate a bit of a box as iver held a
Christian."
"But why does he wish to speak with the lady?"
"Sorra know I know," replied Pat, to whom Hatchie had communicated no
more than was necessary.
"Does he wish to see her in person?"
"Not a bit of it. Now, do you mind, I saw you speaking to the lady, and
I tould him of it. Then the naiger axed me could he trust yous. I tould
him yes; and he tould me to bring yous down to him, and that's the whole
of it.
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