And when they heard that they went on feeding and complaining as before.
Then the black Captain, after a reproachful look, came towards Tiny.
But Tiny rattled with his feet on the floor, and screamed.
"Go way! go way! go way!—I don't want to talk about George or George's cousin—much obliged all the same thank you no though. George can talk about himself plenty without me, and so can his cousin. How d'you do? Good-bye!" And he shoved back his chair.
But the black Captain held him down very firmly by the legs, and said,
"You never want to talk about anybody but yourself, seems to me."
Then Tiny turned more Christian, and replied,
"You see, I'm so much more interestiner than you are, old chap. Matter of fact I don't want to talk about anybody; I just want to go to sleep, and think about a friend of mine," which was Baby.
Then the Captain shoved closer and whispered, because of the Fellows,
"It is because of your friend that I began about going to Where-George-is. For I have a friend of my own, to whom I am married. And you know her well, because you used to come and talk secrets at tea to her about your friend, when you didn't think she was going to be your friend at all but the Commander-in-Chief's from the Castle. But the King measured your legs to be half an inch the longest, so you won. And I have reason to believe," said the black Captain very cautiously, "that you used to cry together about it, you and my friend."