“But I am. I’ll get up directly. But tell me, Pomp, how was it all?”
“How was?”
“Yes; how did it happen?”
“Done know, Mass’ George. ’Pose Injum come over big fence and jump on and knock poor lil nigger and Mass’ George down. Den um hab big fight an kill de Injum, an noder big fight by de gate an kill more Injum, and den Injum say good-night, time go to bed, an dat’s all.”
“The Indians gone?”
“Yes; all gone.”
“Then we have beaten them. Hurrah! Oh, my head!”
“Hurrah—oh my head!” cried Pomp, in imitation. “Why say ‘Hurrah! Oh, my head’?”
“Oh, don’t, Pomp. You make me laugh.”
“Dat right; glad see Mass’ George laugh. Mass’ George couldn’t laugh lil bit when Pomp fess um fader carry um.”