“You saw him, Jimmy?” I panted.
“Iss. Yes, Jimmy see him. Big long hair beard down um tummuck.”
“You have seen him—the prisoner?” said the doctor.
“Yes; iss Jimmy see um. Shut up all along. Sittum down, um look at ground all sleep, sleep like wallaby, wallaby.”
“He means the poor fellow who helped us to escape,” I said sadly.
“Jimmy see Mass Joe fader,” cried the black indignantly. “Jimmy take um right long show um.”
“The man who brought us here?”
“No, no, no, no!” cried Jimmy, dancing with vexation. “Not, not. Jimmy see um Mass Joe fader sit all along. See froo hole. Big long beard down um tummuck—long hair down um back. Um shake um head so, so. Say ‘hi—hi—ho—hum. Nev see home again. Ah, my wife! Ah, my boy!’”
“You heard him say that, Jimmy?” I cried, catching him by the arm.
“Jimmy sure, sure. Jimmy look froo hole. Den fro little tone an hit um, and den black fellow come along, and Jimmy lay fas’ sleep, eye shut, no move bit.”