“Doan’ make no difference to me; if yo’s gwine to feel bad I’ll take it, but,” he added with an inspiring thought, “it am on two conditions.”
“What are they?”
“Dat when we calls on Chief Foozleum I shall gib you a pocket full ob diamonds so as to make it squar’.”
“I have no objection to that; what is the other condition?”
“Dat yo’ gib me plenty to eat.”
For the first and only time in his life, Bunk saw the grizzled whiskers at the side of the Professor’s mouth twitch in a way that showed he was smiling. It was only for an instant, however, when he was as grave as before.
“Your terms are reasonable. I had forgotten about it’s being meal time.”
“I hadn’t,” said Bunk with a sigh.
“You may have noticed that we have landed not far from a town; it’s name is Dawson; I am acquainted with the landlord and will go there for supper. I shall bring back a good meal for you.”
“Ain’t yo’ gwine to take me along?” asked the surprised Bunk; “I can carry de food a good deal better inside ob me dan yo’ can outside ob yo’self.”