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"Gossifus!" shouted Cyd, as he rushed out of the cabin, and discovered the bark. "Wha wha what vessel's dat?" "I don't know," answered Dan; "but we shall soon know all about her." "What a monster she is!" added Lily. Dan hailed the bark, and ascertained that she was an English vessel, bound from Vera Cruz to New York.
"You needn't 'massa' me, Cyd. Stop!" "Which'll I do, Massa Dandy, stand by de moorings, or stop?" demanded Cyd, whose ivories were now distinctly visible in the gloom of the night. "Neither; jump into the bateau, and bring the wherry alongside," replied Dandy. "Gossifus! What you gwine to do wid de wherry?" "Mind me, or go on shore!" said the skipper, sternly. "I'se gwine.
"Gwine to shoot him!" groaned Cyd. "Hossifus! gwine to shoot ole Massa Raybone!" "Do you want to go back to Redlawn with him, Cyd?" demanded Dan, with compressed lips. "Don't want to go back, for shore. Gossifus! Dis chile's a free man now." "Then use your gun when I tell you." "Cyd do dat, for sartin," replied he, examining the lock of the fowling piece. "Mossifus!
The storm increased in violence, and they soon had their first experience of a heavy sea. The waves tossed them about like a feather, dashing over the decks, and several times filling the standing room half full of water. "Gossifus! Dis big sea!" exclaimed Cyd, as he shook the water from his woolly locks. "Yes, and it is coming heavier yet," replied Dan. "But the Isabel stands it well."
"We can beat them off, as we did those last night." "Gossifus! Some ob us git killed for shore, if dey keep shooten wid de guns." "Better die than be taken, Cyd. We must believe this before we can be sure of success." "Dat's what I's gwine to do," added Quin. "Dis chile will fight till dey ain't notin lef ob him ye kin be shore ob dat." "Possifus!
Gossifus! Wha wha what become ob us widout Dan?" "Dat's jus what I tinks," added Quin. "You does de tinkin, and we does de wuck." "I shall do my part of the work. Now listen to me, and I will tell you how I think the work ought to be divided. We'll go to bed at nine o'clock, and turn out at five." "Dem's um," nodded Cyd.
"Gossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, whose teeth were still chattering with fear. Dan made no reply, and concluded not to answer any more questions. "Are ye go'n to stop her?" demanded the pursuer. "I b'lieve you've got that nigger on board; and if ye don't heave to, I'll fotch ye up with a bullet." "Bring up the guns, Cyd," said Dan, with forced coolness. "Wha wha wha "
Can't we escape without shooting any of them?" pleaded the poor girl, with a natural horror of bloodshed. "We cannot unless we have wind." "Gossifus! Dar dey come!" exclaimed Cyd, pointing to two boats pulling out from the landing-place of the plantation. "Heaven protect and defend us!" cried Lily.
"Gossifus! Dis chile like to know what you gwine to do widout Cyd." "I shall do very well without him. Shall I put you on shore, or not?" "Possifus! No, Dandy; I'se gwine wid you, any how." "Then you must mind me!" added the skipper, earnestly. "I done do dat." "Haul the Edith alongside, then." "Sartin, Dandy. I'se gwine to haul de Edif alongside, but dis chile like to know what for?"
"I hope not," added Lily, with a shudder. "If we do, it will not alter any thing." "What would you do, Dan?" "I will never become a slave again. We have guns and powder, bullets and shot." "Would you kill him?" "No man shall stand between me and freedom. I would shoot him or any other man, if it were necessary to secure our safety." "Gossifus! Shoot Massa Raybone!" exclaimed Cyd.
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