“You told me so.”
“That I’ll swear I didn’t.”
“Not with your lips, Dicky—Dick—but with your fingers.”
“Oh! Bother! I never did see such a fellow as you are to spy out things,” cried Roberts petulantly.
“Not spy, old chap. I only try to put that and that together, and I want you to do the same. So you think this is all glorious about yonder planter chap piloting us to the slaver’s place?”
“Of course! Don’t you?”
“Well, I don’t know, Dick,” said Murray, filling his forehead with wrinkles.
“Oh, I never did see such a fellow for pouring a souse of cold water down a fellow’s back,” cried Roberts passionately. “You don’t mean to say that you think he’s a fraud?”
“Can’t help thinking something of the kind, old man.”
“Oh!” ejaculated Roberts. “I say, here, tell us what makes you think so.”