“Jackum want eat. Baal hab bit snakum.”
“More you did, Sootie; but you shall have something better. Come along.”
“Car-ee come ’long too.”
“No,” said Carey; “I’ll stop here.”
“Car-ee come. Doc-tor farss ’sleep. Big Dan brokum. Sit alonga long time. Baal fetch um too much drinking grog. Old man no good.”
“Go along with Bob.”
“Go alonga Cookie now?”
“Yes, and he’ll give you plenty.”
“Plenty eat. Jackum come back soon.”
Bostock reached down his hand, but the help was not needed, the black springing up and rapidly making his way on deck, where he stood for a few moments gazing across the lagoon, stained blood-red now by the big fire; and he laughed softly.