“See ’em—see any of ’em?” he whispered.
“No; but suppose they have stolen upon us again as they did before!”
“Yah! What do you mean by frightening a man? I teclare to cootness it’s too bad of you, Master George.”
I smiled once more, for Morgan’s speech had sounded very droll and Welsh, as it often was when he grew excited.
“You tit it to scare me,” he said, angrily.
“Indeed, no.”
“Yes, inteet,” he said; “and look you—I say, Master George, was it meant for a choke?”
“Indeed, no, Morgan; I really felt startled.”
“Then it’s all right,” he said. “There’s none of ’em here, so let’s get home.”
“But what are you going to do with the alligator?”