“If you enter my service there will be no turning back,—you must go with me to the end.”
“Dat soots me from de sole ob my head to de crown ob my foot. I doan’ keer if I neber come back; being chief among dem folks am a good deal better dan being lambasted and aboosed by white folks.”
“How long will it take you to get ready?”
“’Bout four seconds; all I’ve got to git am my coat and a few little tings dat am in my room up-stairs.”
“Get them then.”
Bunk sprang to his feet and was hurrying through the door of the hotel when the Professor called him back.
“You mustn’t tell anyone of this, especially young Hamilton.”
“How am I gwine to tell him when he ain’t here to tell? We’ll be half way to Afriky afore he comes back.”
“You mustn’t write any letter and leave it here for him.”
“Neber thought ob doing dat,” replied Bunk, as he dived from sight and went up the stairs three steps at a time.