"
"Do you belong in this part of this country, Mister?" asked Uncle
Nathan, who seemed to make the question a prelude to other inquiries.
"I do. But I must leave you now. I am the bearer of life to one whom I
love dearer than myself. I have been foully wronged by the man you
visit."
"Heavens and airth! you don't say so?" exclaimed Uncle Nathan.
"Doomed to a death by starvation, with my wife, in yonder jail, by his
malice, I have just effected my escape. My wife is nearly dead, but I
hope to restore her with these fruits."
"Good Heavens! who would have thought there was such a monster upon the
airth?"
"By the powers!" ejaculated Pat Fegan.
"Can't we help you?" asked Uncle Nathan.
"Perhaps you can. I thank you, and, if it is not too late, she also will
thank you. My strength is nearly gone."
Dalhousie, followed by Uncle Nathan and Pat Fegan, proceeded towards the
jail, the former relating, as they went, the terrible incidents of their
captivity, and the means by which he had effected their happy
deliverance.
On the night of the explosion of the Chalmetta's boiler, Uncle Nathan
and Pat Fegan had saved their lives by jumping overboard, and had been
picked up by the Flatfoot.
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