Chapter Thirty Four.
How Jimmy and I were hunted like Beasts.
“Jimmy!” I panted, as soon as I had recovered myself to find that the black was feeling me all over in the darkness.
“Not got no knock um chops, no waddy bang, no popgun ball in um nowhere,” he whispered.
“No Jimmy, I’m not wounded,” I said. “I thought you were one of the black fellows.”
“No, no black fellow—no common black fellow sabbage,” he said importantly. “Come long fas, fas.”
“But the doctor and the prisoner and Ti-hi?” I said.
“All run way much fas,” said Jimmy. “Gyp, Gyp, see black fellow come long much, for Jimmy do and nibblum legs make um hard hard. Gib one two topper topper, den Jimmy say time um way, take Mass Joe. Come long.”
“But we must go and help the doctor,” I said.