"I shouldn't be wery much surprised if it vas the schoolmaster," said Carl, with blooming simplicity.
"You lying rascal! what did you say to him through the winder?"
Carl looked all around with an expression of mild wonder, as if expecting somebody else to answer.
"Why don't you speak?" And Silas gave his arm a fierce wrench.
"Vat did you say?"
"I said, you lying rascal!—--"
"That is not my name," said Carl, "and I tought you vas shpeaking to somebody else. I tought you vas conwersing mit this man," pointing at the fellow on the bed.
"Dan Pepperill!" said Silas, turning angrily on the recumbent figure, "what are you stretching your lazy bones thar fur? We're waiting fur them feathers, and you'll git a coat yourself, if you don't show a little more of the sperrit of a gentleman! You don't act as if your heart was in this yer act of dooty we're performin', any more'n as if you was a northern mudsill yourself!"
"Wal, the truth is," said Dan Pepperill, reluctantly getting up from the bed, and preparing to shoulder it, "the schoolmaster has allus treated me well, and though I hate his principles,——"
"You don't hate his principles, neither! You're more'n half a abolitionist yourself! And I swear to gosh," said Silas, "if you don't do your part now——"