"
"Why not put in there?"
"Yes, we kin; but, hang it, how am I a-goin' to git back to Baltimore?"
"Oh, that's aisy enough. Run in after night."
"Yes, an' be sunk by the blasted Britishers!"
"He won't know ye after dark."
"But, Terrence, what are we to do?" asked Fernando.
"It's do, is it?--faith, do nothin'!"
"But the academy?"
"It will get along without us."
"But can we get along without it?"
"Aisy, me frind; don't be alarmed. We'll be back in a week or a
fortnight at most. It will all blow over, and no one will ask us any
questions. Lave it all to me."
Fernando had almost come to the conclusion that he had left too much to
his friend. Terrence had only got him out of one scrape into another,
until he had come to mistrust the good judgment and sound discretion of
his friend. Not that he doubted the good intentions of Terrence. He had
as kind a heart as ever beat in the breast of a young Irishman of
twenty-three; but his propensity to mischievous pranks was continually
getting him and his friends into trouble.
Fernando went to the fore part of the boat and sat by Sukey.
For a few moments both were silent. Fernando was first to speak.
"Sukey, how is all this to end?" he asked with a sigh.
"I don't know," Sukey answered, in his peculiar, drawling way. "We
needn't complain, though; because we came out best so far.
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