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"Ob course!" answered her husband for her, "you don't suppose de wife ob Peter de Great would let Geo'ge Foster go away widout comin' to de boat to see him off?" Ere the middy could recover from his astonishment, the party came suddenly upon a small cavern in which a light glimmered.
"Well, if you was to take dat on your shoulders an' pitch 'im into de sea, dat wouldn't sabe her." "Yes it would, you faint-hearted nigger!" cried the middy, losing all patience, "for if I could do that I'd be able to wring the neck of every pirate in Algiers and I'd do it too!" "Now, Geo'ge, keep cool. I's on'y p'intin' out what you can't do; but p'r'aps somet'ing may be done. I's hit it!"
The teacher was a great woman, no doubt, and looked white; but Mars Geo'ge was the real article. Mars Geo'ge had never been known to go with a black woman before, and the teacher would doubtless thank Plato for arranging that so great an honor should fall upon her. Mars Geo'ge had given him fifty cents twice, and would now give him a dollar. Noble Mars Geo'ge! Fortunate teacher! Happy Plato!
"Ho, yis! bery close at hand, Geo'ge!" said Peter himself, suddenly emerging from a place of concealment. "Now you come along wid me, sar, an' let dat poo' chile meet her fadder in private." "But she cannot do that, Peter, for Edouard Laronde is with him." "Who'n all de wurld's Eddard Larongd?"
It may be well to remark, in conclusion, that Peter the Great finally agreed to become Mrs Foster's gardener, as being the surest way of seeing "Geo'ge" during his periodical visits home. For much the same reason Hugh Sommers settled down in a small house near them.
Before Foster could reply Hester had bounded from his side, and next moment was locked in her father's arms. "Come away, Geo'ge an' you too, Eddard La La-whatever-it-is!" cried the negro, grasping the latter by the arm and hurrying him along the road in the direction of the seashore, while the reunited father and child knelt down together and poured out their gratitude to God.
"Plato," she suggested, "I think we'll go round the other way to-night, if you don't mind." Visions of Mars Geo'ge disappointed, of a dollar unearned and unspent, flitted through the narrow brain which some one, with the irony of ignorance or of knowledge, had mocked with the name of a great philosopher. Plato was not an untruthful lad, but he seldom had the opportunity to earn a dollar.
Geo'ge, Geo'ge," continued Peter, as he dragged the middy along, shaking him from time to time, "you'll be de deaf ob me, an' ob yourself too, if you don't larn to submit. An' see, too, what a hyperkrite you make me! I's 'bliged to kick hard, or dey wouldn't b'lieve me in arnist."
At its entrance lay a boat, and beside it, engaged in putting it to rights, were Brown and his three companions the two British tars and the Maltese seaman. "Is all right?" asked Brown, in a low voice, as they approached. "All right," answered Peter. "Now, Geo'ge, you go in." The middy entered the cave, and with, if possible, increased surprise, he found Ben-Ahmed standing there!
He was busy in the garden one day planting flowers, when Peter came to him and said "I's got news for you to-day, Geo'ge." "Indeed," said the middy, with a weary sigh; "what may your news be?" "You 'member dat pictur' ob de coffee-house in de town what you doo'd?" "Yes, now you mention it, I do, though I had almost forgotten it." "Ah! but I not forgit 'im!
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