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"Yes, sir; but he throwed a piece of paper out'n de window, sayin' he was kep' a prisoner here. A young man picked it up, and came to de house to ax about it." Curtis looked alarmed. "What did you say?" he inquired, apprehensively. "Told him de boy was crazy as a loon dat he tried to kill his mother las' week, and had a carvin'-knife hid in his room." "Good, Julius!
"No, sir," pursued the Cap'n, "I ain't got no use for a hen unless it's settin', legs up, on a platter, and me with a carvin'-knife." "Always felt that way?" inquired Hiram. "Not so much as I have sence I've been tryin' to start my garden this spring.
"I cut dat off wid de carvin'-knife sooner dan tell on you, for you's my fri'nd, because Peter de Great am your fri'nd. But you muss be dumb dumb as you kin, anyhow an' you mus' neber neber cry!" The earnestness of this remark caused Hester to laugh even when on the verge of weeping, so she grasped Sally's hand and shook it warmly, thus cementing the friendship which had so auspiciously begun.
"Meat foul timey one week," answered the Chinaman. "God help ye, doctor!" said Murphy, kindly. "Kape well widin yer galley, and have a carvin'-knife sharp; or better still, dig out another brick for yersilf. I've troubles o' me own." Stepping out of the galley, Murphy met Hennesey emerging from the port forecastle door.
"Come, Phil, none o' yer chaff," cried Dick Barnes, "that song desarves somethin' arter it. Suppose now, Phil, that you wos to go below and fetch the bread-kid." "Couldn't do it," replied Phil, looking solemn, "on no account wotiver." "Oh, nonsense, why not?" "'Cause its unpossible. Why, if I did, sure that surly compound o' all sorts o' human blood would pitch into me with the carvin'-knife."
"If you want to take the risk, boss, you might go up and see him. I believe he's got a carvin'-knife about him, but I don't dare to go up and get it away. It would be as much as this niggah's life is worth." "No," answered the young man, hastily. "I don't want to see him. I never did like crazy folks. I'm sorry I gave you the trouble to come to the door." "Oh, no trouble, boss."
The negro was quite effusive in his gratitude. "What did the young man say?" "He looked scared. I tol' him he could go up and see de boy if he wasn't afeared of the carvin'-knife, but he said he guessed he wouldn't he didn't like crazy folks." Curtis laughed heartily. "So it all ended as it should. Did the boy make any more trouble?"
"You see, sir," he said, this time, "that knife is in this house. It's gotter be. That lady left the house in a mighty hurry but all the same she didn't go out a brandishin' of a carvin'-knife! Nor did she take it along an drop it in the street or an ash can for it'd been found. So, she siccreted it summer, an' it's still in the house unless yes, unless she has taken it away since. You know, Mr.
"Look here," said Dodger, bethinking himself of what had just happened. "Did you tell that young man who called here just now that I was crazy?" Julius burst into a loud guffaw. "I expect I did," he laughed. "Said you'd got a long carvin'-knife hid in de room." "What made you lie so?" demanded Dodger, sternly. "Couldn't get rid of him no other way.
France more civilized than England, indeed! What'll you be sayin' next?" "I'll be saying that if our little friend behaves himself I shall ask him to dine here tomorrow." "He's axed himself, Mr. Trenholme, an' he's bringing another one, a big fellow, who knows how to use a carvin'-knife, he says. What would you like for dinner?" Trenholme fled. That question was becoming a daily torment.
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