"I know it, and he does not mind what you would call murder now and then."
"Perhaps that would account for what we saw in the bay, for the horrible business with the sack."
"More than likely," said the Irish Turk, gravely. "But a slave, more or less, even if it's a lovely girl, doesn't count for much in these parts."
The boys gave a shudder.
They were not used to hearing murder discussed in such a cold-blooded fashion.
"Tinker," said Jack, by way of changing the topic suddenly, "do you think that you or Bogey could dance like that girl?"
"Go an' dance like dat," he said contemptuously. "Me an' dat nigger dance a lot better, sar. Bogey!"
"Wall!"
"Over wid you."
And then, to the surprise and dismay of all the rest, the two darkeys vaulted over the balustrade and dropped into the room beneath.