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I stared sidewise at where he was only about six feet away and half fancied that I could see him pick up the knife with his toes, and bend his foot up till he could pass the blade into his hand. "Hff!" "What's the matter?" I whispered, as I heard a faint ejaculation. "Pomp cut umself."
He thinks 'umself too good to do what the other servants do, that's been tin times as lahng in the house!" At the noise some of the ladies came hurrying out of the public parlour to see what the trouble was. The street-door opened, and Berry entered with the two art-students. They involuntarily joined the group of terrified ladies. "What's the row?" demanded Berry. "Is Jerry on the kick?"
Um shout like dat to noder fock in um wood when um lose umself." "Yes, but that would be at night," I said, wondering whether he was right. "'Pose um lose umself in de day. Make um cry?" "No," I said, thoughtfully. "It is like the cry of the fox, Pomp, but I think it's the Indians making it." "Why Injum cry out like fock when um can cry like Injum?" "To deceive any one who hears them."
Pomp darted at the wooden spit, and drawing it out replaced it in a better position. "Dat duck lil rarksle," he said, showing his teeth. "Dat free time try to burn um 'tick and tummle in de fire, rock umself. Dah, you 'tan 'till, will you? Oh, I say, Mass' George, done um 'mell good?" "Yes; they begin to smell nice." "Dat de one hab green head. He berry juicy 'deed; dat one for Mass' George.
"Why, Pomp!" I exclaimed; "what have you been doing?" "Cut off um head, Mass' George. He no like dat." Pomp broke out with one of his laughs, hooked hold of the grinning head, and dragged it out of the mud up to the side of a clear pool, a little way back in the swamp. "Stop a bit," I said; "I want to have a good look at it." "Wait till I wash um, Mass' George. No; must wash umself fus.
"He was going to be back to dinner." "I go round de oder way. Mass' say I chop wood, and I was going to chop wood till I hear you say Morgan you go for walk, and I know you go for 'wim." "Well?" "Pomp very hurt upon Mass' George." "Oh, were you?" I said. "Mass' George say cruel fing to Pomp, so um go an' fess de ole 'gator head, and undress umself, an' get in de water firs, an' fright um."