“Hallo, Han,” I said; “anything the matter?”
“No, Mass’ George,” he said. “I only look up at de ’tars and tink.”
“What about?”
“I wonder wedder dey de ’tars I see in my own country.”
“Yes,” I said; “I do know that. Do you ever want to go back again?”
“Back again, sah?”
“Yes—to your own country.”
He shook his head. “No, Mass’ George. Too much fight—too much kill—too much sell for slave; nebber go back again.”
“Then you are happy here?”
“Yes, sah. Happy here wif Mass’ George and de capen. Can’t talk. Understand?”