“Is he on that scow?” I suppose we might have saved a lot of time by going there to see, but we didn’t.
“Scow?” Jerry had to scratch his head over that. Ole scratched his head, too, and then they looked at each other and grinned as foolish as a couple of babies.
“Dey came for see Hieronymous,” says Ole; and then he had to laugh again like there was a funny joke.
“Ay tank so,” says Jerry. “Ay tank dey want for see him.”
“Yes,” says I, “we do. Is he there?”
“He work here,” says Ole. “He come with us here.”
“Yass,” says Jerry.
“But,” says Ole, and then he had to stop to laugh again, “he bane gone off now.”
“Yass,” says Jerry, “he bane gone off.”
I suppose that’s what they thought was so comical.