“Dah de gun. Dat big ugly Injum got um. Him fief.”
“Never mind the gun,” I said. “Let’s think about getting away.”
“Yes; dat’s what Pomp do fink about, Mass’ George.”
“If they had not taken our knives, I might perhaps have cut ourselves free. Oh, I’d give anything to let them know at home. Look here; if you can get loose, never mind about me; run back home, and warn my father to escape to the settlement.”
“You tell um,” said Pomp, shortly.
“But I mean if you can get free without me.”
“What, you fink Pomp run ’way and leab Mass’ George all ’lone?”
“Yes; it is to save those at home.”
“Capen flog um for going.”
“No, no; he would not.”