had led us.
"I'm mighty afraid the press-gang will be coming this way, and if this
hullaballoo reaches their ears, they'll be after putting their noses in
to see what the fun is about. If they're from our own ship, bedad, we
shall be worse off than we would have been outside," I said to our new
acquaintance, who, by this time, was not quite steady on his pins. "I'd
just like to slip away, and try and find out if they're near this at
all. My mate here is plaised to stay behind, as he's mighty eager to
dance himself."
After further pressing the point with all necessary caution, our new
friend, Barney Reillagan, as he called himself, offered to show me the
way out, and to let me in again when I wished to return.
"You're free of the place, I'm supposing; and shure I am that I may be
after trusting you," he observed as he accompanied me into the passage I
spoke of.
I hoped that we were unobserved by Hoolan or any of the other men, who
might have suspicions of my true character. Larry followed so
noiselessly, that I do not think Barney was aware he was with us.
Larry's object was to see that no harm came to me; and besides which, he
wanted to learn how to let me in again on my return. Barney himself was
apparently an open-hearted seaman, who preferred serving on board a
peaceable trader to a man-of-war, and I had no fear of his playing me
false.
We had to grope our way to the end of the passage, which was as long as
he had described. Unbolting a door, Barney led me out into a narrow
court. I could hear even there the strains of the riddle, and the
shouts and screams of the dancers. Barney told me that if I turned to
the left I should come to a narrow archway, which led into the lane, and
that by turning again to the left, I should come to the front of Mother
McCleary's whisky-shop.
This information was sufficient to enable me to find my way without
difficulty. I was somewhat surprised at the ease with which I had made
my escape. I had little doubt of being able to bring Nettleship and his
men up to the right place. My only anxiety was about Larry, who, if
recognised by Dan Hoolan, might be severely handled, if not killed,--for
so determined a ruffian was not likely to hesitate in committing any
act, however atrocious, should he suspect Larry of treachery.
I slipped out into the court, and Barney closed the door after me. The
night was very dark; but I could see two or three shadowy forms flitting
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