“Now then, look you, Master George, oughtn’t this fellow to be flogged?”
“You say no, Mass’ George, and—”
Morgan darted out a hand to catch Pomp’s arm, but the boy was too quick, and dodged behind me.
“Let him be,” I said; “he doesn’t know any better.”
“But I want to teach him better,” grumbled Morgan.
“Hist! Mass’ George. I find great ’gator.”
“Where?” I asked, eagerly, for I had long had an idea that I should like to see another of the monsters.
“Down by de ribber. All lay long so, out in de hot sun.”
Pomp threw himself on the ground, and wallowed along a little way. “All along so, sah, while I done kedge de terrupum, and then all along tell Mass’ George come and shoot um.”
“How big was it?” I said, eagerly.