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"You wasn't innercent dat time, Quashy." "I di'n't say I was, Sooz'n, but I cou'n't help it. Well, Massa Lawrence, who's too much of a man to remain orkerd long, goes up to Miss Manuela wid a leetle smile, an' holds out his hand. She shakes it quite gently-like, zif dey was on'y noo acquaintances jest interdooced. Ob course I di'n't hear rightly all dey said "
"Well, no, p'r'aps not 'zactly dat, Sooz'n, but suffin wid de same meanin'. You know it i'n't possible for me to speak like dem. An' dey bof seemed to hab got deir go-to-meetin' langwidge on all stiff an' stuck up grammar, same zif dey was at school.
"Yes, I knows dat, Sooz'n," replied her husband, with an expression of the deepest woe. "Well, den " "No, Sooz'n, it's ill den." "Quashy!" "Yes?" "Hol' your tongue." "Yes, da'ling." "Well, den," began Susan again, with serious emphasis, "don' 'trupt me agin, or I'll git angry. Well, massa, you know, is so honoribic dat he wouldn't deceive nobody not even a skeeter."
I not like de shade." "Come along, den, Sooz'n. It's all one to me where we goes, for your eyes dey make sunshine in de shade, an' suffin as good as shade in de sunshine, ole gurl." "Git along wid your rubbish!" retorted Susan as they crossed the street. It was evident, however, that she was much pleased with her gallant spouse.
"Das no news," returned the amiable man, "I's said dat ob myself ober an' ober again since I's growed up. De on'y time I feel kite sure I wasn't a fool was de time I falled in lub wid you, Sooz'n."
Lawrence sought refuge from conflicting feelings in a loud laugh, and asked what hope Quashy could by any possibility entertain of ever seeing Susan again she having, as it were, vanished from off the earth. "Oh, nebber fear," was Quashy's comfortable reply. "I's sure to find Sooz'n, for she no can git along widout me, no more nor I can git along widout her.
"Quashy, my b'lubbed, I expecs you is," replied Susan, simply, passing her black fingers through her lover's very curly locks. "O Sooz'n, how I lubs you! I know'd I'd find you. I always said it. I always t'ought it, an' now I's dood it." "Das so," returned Susan, with a bashfully pleased look. "I always know'd it too.
Before leaving, however, Quashy had a noteworthy interview with Susan. It occurred at the time that Antonio and his men were holding the above conversation with the colonel. The negro lovers were affectionately seated on a horse-skull in one of the huts, regardless of all the world but themselves. "Sooz'n, my lub," said Quashy, "I's agwine to carry you off wid me."
"Now, den dis is what I calls hebben upon art'," said Quashy, sitting down with a contented sigh. "To be here a-frizzlin' in de sunshine wid Sooz'n a-smilin' at me like a black angel. D'you know, Sooz'n," he added, with a serious look, "it gibs me a good deal o' trouble to beliebe it."
He turned quickly and hurried away, followed by the outlaw. "Most awrful!" groaned Quashy, when they were gone. "Awful indeed, to think that Manuela and her father are in the hands of such villains!" returned Lawrence. "An' Sooz'n," said Quashy, with a deeper groan. "But, massa, what's come ober de ole hunter? He not in arnest, ob course."
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