“What business, I demand, have you to come here?”
“Please address your remarks to me,” said Dick; “I’m boss of this job and that brother of mine over there hasn’t a word to say. He came up here, I may tell you, to take Bohunkus Johnson home with him, and he’s going to do it as sure as two and two make four. If you have any views to express on the situation do so now or forever after hold your peace.”
Checked thus the Professor turned toward the paralyzed Bunk.
“Do you wish to go with me to Africa?”
“Yas, sir.”
“Have these people any right to stop you?”
“Yas, sir.”
“Oh!” exclaimed the Professor, with the first oath that his two listeners had ever heard him utter, “have done with that damnable ‘Yas, sir!’ I’m tired of hearing it.”
“Yas, sir,” replied Bunk, who must not be blamed, for really he hardly knew whether he was standing on his head or feet.
“I have brought food to last our trip and everything is ready. Go to your seat in the machine and we will start at once.”