“Monkeys? what, with tails?”
“No, like man. Ah! yes—just like Cooky there—dirty Cooky!”
And that hapless son of Ham, who happened to be just crossing the main-deck, heard a marlingspike, which by ill luck was lying at hand, flying past his ears.
“Ayacanora, if you heave any more things at Cooky, I must have you whipped,” said Amyas, without, of course, any such intention.
“I'll kill you, then,” answered she, in the most matter-of-fact tone.
“She must mean negurs,” said Yeo; “I wonder where she saw them, now. What if it were they Cimaroons?”
“But why should any one who had seen whites forget them, and yet remember negroes?” asked Cary.
“Let us try again. Do you mind no great monkeys but those black ones?” asked Amyas.
“Yes,” she said, after a while,—“devil.”
“Devil?” asked all three, who, of course, were by no means free from the belief that the fiend did actually appear to the Indian conjurors, such as had brought up the girl.