"You don't think that he means to hand me over to the authorities at the nearest port, do you?"
Joe was mum.
"Eh?"
Not a word.
Hunston still remained in ignorance of the presence of the boys—aye, even of their very existence.
* * * * *
"Massa Jack," said Sunday to our youthful hero, one morning, "we often gib poor old Daddy Mole a teasing, sir, a frightening."
Young Jack grinned.
"We have."
"Ought he not to get off easier dan dat dam skunk, dat Hunston fellar?"