tinguish a pallet bed stretched on the floor beside the great iron bar which traversed the room, and on that pallet reposed the figure of a man. Glossin approached him. "Dirk Hatteraick!"
"Donner and hagel!" said the prisoner, sitting up, and clashing his fetters as he rose, "then my dream is true. Begone, and leave me to myself—it will be your best."
"What! my good friend, will you allow the prospect of a few weeks confinement to depress your spirit?"
"Yes—when I am only to be released by a halter!—Let me alone—go about your business, and turn the lamp from my face!"
"Psha! my dear Dirk, don't be afraid—I have a glorious plan to make all right."
"To the bottomless pit with your plans! you have planned me out of ship, cargo, and life, and I dreamt this moment that Meg Merrilies dragged you here by the
