"Yes."
He had brought a large hamper with him, which he now proceeded to unpack, the occupants of the boat looking on with great interest in the business.
"Billy Longbow told me a yarn once," said the irrepressible Sam Mason, "about a wooden-legged nigger."
Mr. Mole looked up.
"What?"
"A wooden-legged nigger," said Sam Mason, touching his forelock respectfully at Mole. "No offence, your honour, to your legs."
"Oh, no."
"Go on, Sam," said young Jack, laughing; "out with Billy Longbow's yarn."
"This nigger was stumping along the banks of the Nile one day, when who should he meet but a blessed big crockydile about a hundred feet long."
"Oh!"