“There, we need not fear blacks a hundred strong. All we have to do now is to come in, shut and bar the door, roll two or three of the casks against it, and laugh at them.”
“But I don’t feel happy about my kitchen,” said Aunt Georgie.
“No: that is our weakest place,” said the captain; “but I’ll soon set that right.—See anything of them, boys?” he cried to the sentries.
“No, not a sign.”
“Metancoly black fellow all along a trees,” said Shanter, jumping up, for he had finished his damper.
“Can you see them?” cried the captain.
“Baal see black fellow. Plenty hide.”
He illustrated his meaning by darting behind a barrel and peering at the captain, so that only one eye was visible.
“Yes, I see,” cried the captain. “Get up.—Now, good folks, some dinner. I’m hungry. Cheer up. We can beat them off if they attack, which I hope they will not.”
“So do I,” said Norman in a whisper to Rifle; “but if they do come, we must fight.”