If there's no plan that presints itself by to-morrow, then I'll thry it then or the day after." Going to where his torch was still burning in the sand, he drew it out and moved back toward his old camp-fire.
"Well, me laddy, how have you made out during me absince?
Have you---" He paused and looked about him.
"Begorrah, but no laddy is here.

Can it be that he has strayed off, and started to Chiny so as to head me off?
I say! Fred, me laddy, have ye---" "Sh! sh!" And as the hurried aspirate was uttered, the boy came running silently out of the darkness, with his hand raised in a warning way.
"What is it ?" asked Mickey, in amazement; "have ye found another dead man ?" "No; he's a live one!" "What do yez mane?
Explain yerself." The lad pointed to the opening over their heads, and motioned to his friend not to draw too near the camp-fire.

There was danger in doing so.
"There's somebody up there," he added, "and they're looking for us." "Are ye sure of that ?" asked the Irishman, not a little excited at the news.

"It may be that Soot Simpson has found us.

Begorrah, if there is n't any mistake about it, as me uncle remarked, when he heard that the ship with his wife on was lost at saa, then I'll execute the Donnybrook jig in the highest style of the art.