“I thought so.”
“Makes me. Call yourself a Christian! Give it up, and do something honest.”
“Well, of all—” cried the doctor again.
“Good five guineas better than five hundred got by buying and selling your fellow-creatures,” continued the captain, who was growing quite fluent. “Go to Bristol with you! Won’t do for me.”
“Mr—I mean, Captain Chubb,” began the doctor, “allow me to tell you that you have done nothing but insult me ever since you have been here.”
“Honesty,” grunted the captain.
“Honesty is no excuse for rudeness, sir. Now have the goodness to go.”
“Going,” said the captain, rising. “But you are a bad man. To take that boy with you too! Shame!”
“Will you have the goodness to tell me what you mean, sir?”
“No good to bully, sir. I know. Off on the slave trade.”