“It wouldn’t be well for you if he heard you talk.”
“Who care for him?”
“Well, cut along,” replied Jack. “Hurry up! I have never found you fail me yet, Monday, and we have known one another for some time.”
“Always the same old reliable.”
“I am depending on you for something I hold dearer than my life.”
“Dat all right, sah!” said Monday, putting on his hat and walking off with the air of a cotton planter.
He had gone to bring back Clara and Mole.
Would he succeed?
Who could tell?
It all depended upon his getting back to the palm grove before the pirates could do any bloodthirsty work.