Jimmy’s disapproval of his auntie, as thus expressed, was extreme. I was now about to step away, but feared detection, so unwillingly heard on.
“But he can’t see no one else but yon fickle jade!” commented Jean Lafitte, “unworthy as she is of a bold chief’s regard!”
“Nope. That’s what’s goin’ to make all the trouble. I’ll tell you what!”
“What?”
“We’ll have to fix it up, somehow.”
“How’d you mean?”
“Why, reason it out with ’em both.”
Jean apparently shook his head, or had some look of dubiousness, for L’Olonnois went on.
“We gotta do it, somehow. If we don’t, we’ll about have to go back home; an’ who wants to go back home from a good old desert island like this here. So now——”
“Uh, huh?”