“No, no; it would be murder, Caesar,” cried the middy.
“What murder, massa?”
“Eh? What is murder? Why, to kill innocent people.”
“What innocent people, massa?”
“What are innocent people, my man? Why, those who have done no harm.”
“Massa Huggin not no innocent people, Murray Frank. Massa Huggin bad man; kill poor niggah. Try kill poor Massa Allen, take um plantation.”
“Yes, that’s all very bad,” said Murray thoughtfully.
“Yes, sah; berry bad. What British captain do Massa Huggin?”
“Well, I hardly know, Caesar,” said Murray thoughtfully. “I should say that if he catches him fighting against the king and setting those blackguards of his to murder the poor creatures he has been dealing in—throwing them overboard so as to escape—the captain will have him hung at the yard-arm.”