“With slaves?” said Murray.
“Gone take big lot black fellow, sah.”
“What for?”
“Hoe de cotton, sah; plant de sugar, sah,” said the black, showing his white teeth.
“When will the schooner come back, Sambo?” said Murray.
“Name not Sambo, sah,” said the black.
“What is it then?”
“Jupe, sah, Jupiter.”
“Ask him where his master lives.”
“Yes, sir!—Where does your master live?”