“But, Raggy,” cried Harry, “in the name of mystery how came you here?”
“I came, massa, to cut your cords ob bondage, all same as de little mouse cut de cords ob de great big lion.”
“But where did you come from, Raggy? Sit down, poor boy, your cheeks are thin, sit down and pick a bone.”
“No, no, massa, not here, not here. Dey am all alive in Mahmoud’s camp, I can ’ssure you ob dat.”
“You came through there?”
“I came to cut your cords ob bondage, massa.”
“Well?”
“Well, den I see dat de bird hab flown.”
“Yes, Raggy.”
“Den I pick up ebery ting I see lying about handy, massa. Den I follow your trail.”