“Just you go and be sat upon all that time, and see if you won’t feel hurt,” grumbled Jem. “Why, it hurts your feelings as much as it does your body.”
“Ah, well, never mind. You’re quite safe now.”
Tomati walked away to speak to one of his men.
“Quite safe now, he says, Mas’ Don. Well, I don’t feel it. Hear what he said to the fust lufftenant; this was the worst part of the coast, and the people were ready to rob and murder and eat you?”
“I didn’t hear all that, Jem,” said Don quietly. “I heard him say that they were a warlike, fighting people; but that doesn’t matter if they are kind to us.”
“But that’s what I’m feared on,” said Jem, giving himself a jerk.
“Afraid of them being kind?”
“Ay, feared of them liking us too well. Pot.”
“Pot?”
“Yes, Pot. Don’t you understand?”