“No, I sha’n’t, Mas’r Harry, ’cause I’m coming along with you.”
“But don’t you see that I am going to a place where it would not be suitable for you.”
“What’s sootable for you, Mas’r Harry, would be just as sootable for me, and I’d work like one of the niggers out there, only harder.”
“Niggers out where, Tom?”
“Where we’re going, Mas’r Harry.”
“How do you know there are any niggers where we are going, sir?”
“Oh, there’s sure to be, Mas’r Harry. There’s niggers everywheres, I’ve heerd tell.”
“Oh, but really, Tom,” I said, “it is all nonsense. Look here, I’m going out to join my uncle in South America.”
“South America, Mas’r Harry!” said Tom eagerly. “Why, that’s just the very place I want to go to.”
“I don’t believe it, Tom,” I said sharply. “If I had told you I was going to South Australia, you would have said just the same.”