“There, I’ll soon wake you up, my lad.”
“No, sah, I hope you do nuffum ob de sort, for I want go asleep.”
Oakum chuckled softly to himself, and then, just as ’Pollo was in the midst of a second yawn, he said:
“I wonder how much apiece the governors mean to give us.”
’Pollo was wide awake on the instant.
“I no know, Mass’ Oakum, sah, but dey get so much for demselves dat they give us great big whack.”
“I dunno,” said Sam. “We ought to have made a bargain. But there, let’s go down and turn in.”
“No, sah, I tank you,” said ’Pollo; “it ten time more hot down below dere dan in my galley, where de fire full go. Nuff to cook all de boys in de forksel, and make ’em come up brown in de morning. I not bit sleepy now, and when I am I lie down here on de deck and hab rest.”
“Well it is a bit better up here, ’Pollo, for you can breathe.”
“Yes, sah; can get de wind ’nuff to kip going. But ’bout de silber, sah. You tink dey get up all from down below?”