Hallo! where got ye the dog ?" "It came in with me last night,--to keep me company, I fancy, which is more than the human dogs o' this murderin' place had the civility to do." "If it had know'd you was a murderin' pirate," retorted the jailer, "it would ha' thought twice before it would ha' chose _you_ for a comrade." "Come, now," said Bumpus, in a remonstrative tone; "you don't really b'lieve I'm a pirate, do you ?" "In coorse I do." "Well, now, that's 'xtror'nary.

Does everybody else think that too ?" "Everybody." "An' am I _really_ goin' to be hanged ?" "Till you're dead as mutton." "That's entertainin', ain't it, Toozle ?" cried poor Bumpus, with a laugh of desperation; for he found it utterly impossible to persuade himself to believe in the reality of his awful position.
As he said nothing more, the jailer went away, and Bumpus, after heaving two or three very deep sighs, attempted to partake of his meager breakfast.

The effort was a vain one.

The bite stuck in his throat; so he washed it down with a gulp of water, and, for the first time in his life, made up his mind to go without his breakfast.
A little before twelve o'clock the door again opened, and the surly jailer entered, bearing a halter, and accompanied by six stout men.

The irons were now removed from Bumpus's wrists, and his arms pinioned behind his back.