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Probably Lily was willing to talk of this subject to banish more painful thoughts from her mind, though it is not likely that she clearly comprehended the tactics of the skipper of the Isabel. "Don't you think I had better call Cyd and Quin?" asked she, after she had again glanced at the position of the pursuing boat. "No, let them sleep.
"If we manage well, we have a good chance." "I hope we shall, for master would certainly sell us all if we should be caught." "Dat ud be wus as staying wid Massa Kun'l," added Cyd. "But I s'pect we won't be caught, Massa Dandy." "Why do you call me master, Cyd?" "Dis chile tink you cutting it rader fat." "What do you mean by that?"
"Notin, missy, only Cyd done drink too much whiskey, and get drunk dat's all." Even Lily laughed when she realized that her friend Cyd was in no danger of dying in the bad fit which had attacked him; she laughed at his strange actions and his silly expressions; they all laughed for a time, but there was something very serious in the occasion.
Lily, as we have seen, had wiser and more sensible ideas on the subject. She had an instinctive contempt for that sort of chivalry, and in spite of the remonstrances of the knightly skipper of the Isabel, she kindled a fire, and with the assistance of Cyd, soon placed the tea and bread and butter upon the cabin table.
They felt entirely secure in the camp, and Lily was not afraid to remain with Cyd while Dan and Quin went after the needed supplies. It was resolved that Dan should pass himself off as a white boy, who, with a party of hunters, had encamped in the woods. He therefore dressed himself for the part he was to play, and embarked in the bateau with Quin, who was to act as his servant.
I was wondering whether some romancer of the twenty-fourth century will hunt out the exploits of my husband, and present him to the world as a sort of English nineteenth-century Cyd, with all the glory of antiquity upon his deeds." Lucian made a gesture of impatience.
"Wha wha what ye gwine to stop here a whole year fur?" demanded Cyd, with his usual impetuosity. "When would you leave?" "When de water gets high in de fall." "If we go to sea in the fall or winter, we shall meet with terrible storms in the Gulf. We should perish with the cold, or founder in a gale. We may have to be at sea a month.
Dat breeze wuth a hun'd tousand million dollars!" shouted Cyd, as the first puff of the welcome wind swelled the sails of the Isabel. "It may be worth more than that," replied Dan calmly. "It may be life and liberty to us."
"Massa Archy done git a black eye some how or oder, and Massa Kun'l frow 'imself into a horrid passion. Den he roar and swear jes like an alligator wid a coal o' fire in 'is troat," replied Cyd, aghast with horror. "Well, what then?" asked Dandy, with a long breath. "Den he send for Long Tom." "For Long Tom!" gasped Dandy, his cheek paling and his frame quivering with emotion.
"I can't help thinking what might have happened if the slave-hunters had found us while we were all asleep," replied Dan, seriously. "But I will not blame you, Lily." "The slave-hunters did not find us. I think it was all for the best, Dan, that I fainted." "Indeed?" "If I had waked you and Cyd, you might have made a noise that would have exposed us," answered Lily, very solemnly.
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