“De squatters—de Regumlators! I’se blindin’ ’em.”
“You mean to say you are pulling wool over their eyes?”
“Dat’s it, mars’r—I’se pullin’ hull bales ob wool ober ’em.”
“And that you mean to mislead them? to pretend to trail me, and take them out of the neighborhood?”
“Dat am a fac’! Hi!
“‘Jawbone walkin’, jawbone—’”
“Be quiet. Did they give you any thing for it?”
As he said this he belted the revolver, and Cato grew easier. His eyes gleamed at the prospect of double pay, as he knew the captain would give largely to avoid apprehension.
“Yas, mars’r,” answered the black; “dey done gib me heaps ob t’ings.”
“What?”