“Well, I dunno,” said Jem, thoughtfully. “Will that there pattern all over your face and chest wash off?”
“Wash off? No.”
“Not with pearl-ash or soda?”
“No, not unless you skinned me,” said the man, laughing.
“Well, that part arn’t tempting, is it, Mas’ Don?”
Don shook his head.
“And then about that other part, old chap—cannibalism? I say, that’s gammon, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why, you know—the cooking a fellow and eating him. How dull you are!”
“Dull? You be here a few years among these people, talking their lingo, and not seeing an Englishman above once in two years, and see if you wouldn’t be dull.”