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There was a touch of wistfulness in his eyes now there had been, ever since he entered this mansion stocked with biscuit and jam. The old woman's voice came to the diners clearly now. She always grew excited when she talked over the telephone. "Dat you, Mr. Bob Kelley? Dis Cindy over at Mr. Steve Earle. Mr. Kelley, dey's a stray chile here. Yes, suh, jus' drap from de clouds. Mr.
"Oh, de sassafras tassel, an' de young shoot o' de co'n, An' de young gal er-singing in de loom, Dey's somefin' 'licious in 'em f'om de day 'at dey is bo'n, An' dis darky's sort o' took er likin' to 'm.
Looking up they saw at least a dozen red monkeys grinning at them, and one of these a small one was hanging on by its father's tail. "Oh! shoot! shoot!" cried Quashy to Lawrence, opening his great eyes eagerly. "Dey's so good to eat!" "No, Quash, I won't shoot. We have shot enough of fat ducks to feed us all for one or two days at least. Besides, I can't bear to kill monkeys.
He again returned to his home, and saw Sam kneeling and praying aloud near the barn, with the two horses standing beside him. "Sam, go to the square," he shouted. "Can't lebe dese hosses. Dey's bofe lookin' ter me, an' I'se prayin' fer dem an us all." "No matter about the horses. The house is too near."
"No, massa," said the negro, with more of sulkiness or less of amiability than he had exhibited since they first met on the western side of the Andes, "breakin' our legs would be wuss smashin' our necks would be wusser still. But de hosses is not lost. Dey's on'y spunkerblued." "How? What d'you mean?"
"The corn muffins that were left over?" repeated the twins' mother. "No, I said nothing about them. And they know they should not eat between meals without asking me. Why, are the muffins gone, Dinah?" "Yessum; fo' ob 'em. I put 'em on a plate on de dinin' room table, but now dey's gone." "Maybe Snap took them," suggested Mr. Bobbsey. "Snoop wouldn't, for she doesn't like such things.
"But, Tom, you didn't believe these stories about the Yankees. Tom and Frank can lie as fast as horses can trot. They wanted to scare you, and keep you from going to the Union army." "I knows dat now, but I didn't 'spect so den." "Well, when did you see the soldiers? Where are they? And what did they say to you?" "Dey's right down in Gundover's woods.
"In co'hse I nevah done it," explained the preacher, "I had some hawgs of mah own. Mah hawgs had an under-bit an' an ovah-bit in dere eahs, an' de ones I's 'cused o' stealin', dey had only an ovah-bit. But heah dey's got me, holdin' me foh de pen."
Dat's all right, but it won't do nobody else enny good nor them nuther. Dat's my notion. What good did fightin' er prayin' either used ter do in ole slave times? Nary bit. An' dey's got us jest about ez close ez dey hed us den, only de halter-chain's a leetle mite longer, dat's all. All dey's got ter do is jes ter shorten up on de rope an' it brings us in, all de same ez ever. Dat's my notion.
"Good heavens, Spike, you must be mad. Can't you see Oh, Lord! Directly the loss of those pearls is discovered, we shall have those detectives after us in a minute. Didn't you know they had been watching us?" An involuntary chuckle escaped Spike. "'Scuse me, Mr. Chames, but dat's funny about dem sleut's. Listen. Dey's bin an' arrest each other." "What!" "Dat's right.
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