"Look at 'em, Captain; now you just take a fair look at 'em; and then
say that Mr. Surrey's wife belongs to the same family,--own kith and
kin,--you ca-a-n't do it."
"Faugh! for heaven's sake, shut up! of course, when it comes to this, I
can't say anything of the kind."
"'Nuff said. You see, I believe in Mr. Surrey, and what's more, I
believe in Miss Ercildoune,--have reason to; and when I hear anybody
mixing her up with these onry, good-for-nothing niggers, it's more'n I
can stand, so don't let's have any more of it"; and turning with an air
which said that subject was ended, Jim took up his forgotten coffee,
pulled apart some brands and put the big tin cup on the coals, and then
bent over it absorbed, sniffing the savory steam which presently came up
from it. Meanwhile the two men were skulking about among the trees,
watching, yet not coming near,--"at their usual work of waiting," as the
Captain said.
"Proper enough, too, let 'em wait. Waiting's their business. Now,"
taking off his tin and looking towards them, "what d'ye s'pose those
anemiles want? Pity the boat hadn't tipped over before they got here.
Camp's overrun now with just such scoots. Here, you!" he called.
The men came near. "Where'd you come from?"
One of them pointed back to the boat, seen dimly on the sand.
"Was that you howling a while ago, 'Roll Jordan,' or something?"
"Yes, massa.
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