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"If no ab noting to do-it will be d -d 'tupid," continued Mesty. "Now then the other side of the question. If we steer for Palermo, we shall be sooner there and sooner home." "To which I reply," said Gascoigne, "that the shorter the cruise is, the less I shall have of your company." "And I shall have to sleep with Mrs Oxbelly," continued Oxbelly.
Dey 'tupid 'nuff to come, we shoot dem all, sah. Pomp don't fink much ob Injum." "Do you think they'll come to-night?" "Pomp done know. 'Pose so." "You think so, then?" "Yes, Mass' George. Injum very 'tupid. Come be shot."
Then there were a couple of yells given in a peculiar tone, and a faint series of sounds reached us, suggesting to me that the whole party had spread out, and were quickly and cautiously creeping along through the forest from the edge of the stream for some distance in, and then all was still. A pair of warm lips at my ear made me start again. "Dey all 'tupid, dem Injum.
"Um?" said Joeboy, and I heard him grind his teeth. "They say that, Joeboy kill um all: 'tick assagai in back an' front. All big 'tupid fool. Ha! ha! Joeboy almost eat um." He laughed in a peculiar way that was not pleasant, and it moved me to say: "Don't attempt to touch them if they turn against us. I'll threaten them with my pistol." "Um? Boss Val think better shoot one?
"No, you don't," I said; "because you know I believe you, and have often seen that you have wonderful eyes." "Eh? Mass' George tink Pomp got wunful eye?" "Yes; you can see twice as well in the dark as I can." "No; Mass' George tink Pomp 'tupid lil nigger; no good 'tall. Pomp go run away." "I shall call you a stupid little nigger if you talk like that," I said. "Don't be foolish.
"Bodder de ole han'! Oh, how um do hurt!" "Can't you sleep, Pomp?" I whispered, as I crept softly to his side. "Dat you, Mass' George?" "Yes; I say, can't you sleep?" "Yes, Mass' George. Pomp can't sleep ebber so, but dis 'tupid han' won't let um." "Does it hurt?" "Yes. Big hot fly in um keep goin' froo. Pomp goin' take off de rag." "No, no; let it be; it will soon be better. Go to sleep."
"But why not try that tree, or that, or that?" I said; and I pointed rapidly to three or four more, all far more thickly clothed with branch and foliage. "If Injum come he fink p'raps we hide in dah, an' look. No fink we get up dat oder tree. Injum berry 'tupid." "But hadn't we better try and get across or down the stream?" Pomp shook his head. "See Injum, and dey dreffle cross dat we run 'way.
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