“Poor old Jem!” he thought.
“I tell you, you sha’n’t. Six to one, eh? Leave off. Mas’ Don, they’re going to scald me like a pig in a tub. Hi! Help!”
There was the sound of a struggle, a loud splash, and then silence, followed by Jem’s voice.
“Oh!” he ejaculated. “Then why didn’t you say so? How was I to know you meant a hot bath? Well, it arn’t bad.—Mas’ Don!”
“Yes.”
“What! Ha’ you been there all the time?”
“Yes.”
“What yer been doing of?”
“Laughing.”
“Larfin’? Are they giving you a hot bath?”