“Why, to give the poor niggers a chance to have a pop at some of the slavers’ crews, sir, to drive ’em with the whip and make ’em work in the plantations, sir, like dumb beasts. I should like to see it, sir.”
“Well said, Tom!” cried Murray.
“Thankye, sir. But it’s slow work ketching, sir, for you see it’s their swift craft.”
“Which makes them so crafty, eh, Tom?” cried Murray.
“Yes, sir. I don’t quite understand what you mean, sir, but I suppose it’s all right, and—”
“Sail on the lee bow!” sang out a voice from the main-top.