"We must watch to-night," said he.
"Sartain, we'll keep a good look-out; but the scamp can't do anything
while he is wounded."
"But he had confederates."
"Perhaps he has. But here is another friend," said Uncle Nathan, as he
perceived Pat Fegan, who had for some time been watching an opportunity
to speak to him.
"Sure, the naiger would like to spake wid yous," said Pat, in a whisper.
"What's the matter, Pat?" asked Henry.
"Nothin', your honor," replied Pat, promptly; "I was only tellin' this
gintleman that a poor divil was dhrunk on the lower deck, and he'd
betther go and praych timperance to him."
"No, no, Partrick, that's too bad," interrupted Uncle Nathan,
reprovingly; "I must teach you to tell the truth."
Pat opened his eyes with astonishment when he heard Uncle Nathan explain
to Henry the part he had borne in the drama, and was about to utter in
plain Irish his opinion of a man who would thus betray a confidence,
when Henry explained that he was an old friend of Hatchie and the lady.
"Long life to your honor, if that be true!" exclaimed Pat; "and you
won't blow on the naiger?"
"I have too strong an interest in him to do anything to his injury,"
replied Henry.
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