Kidnapper. Now go forward, give 'em something to eat and drink there. [Aside.] Poor devils, they look half starved and naked like ourselves.
Cook. [Aside.] I don't know where the devil they'll get it: the sight of that fellow's mouth is enough to breed a famine on board, if there was not one already.
Sailor. Aye, he'd tumble plenty down his damn'd guts and swallow it, like Jones swallow'd the whale.
Kidnapper. To-morrow you shall have guns like them white men—Can you shoot some of them rebels ashore, Major Cudjo?
Cudjo. Eas, massa, me try.
Kidnapper. Wou'd you shoot your old master, the Colonel, if you could see him?
Cudjo. Eas, massa, you terra me, me shoot him down dead.
Kidnapper. That's a brave fellow—damn 'em—down with them all—shoot all the damn'd rebels.
Serjeant. [Aside.] Brave fellows indeed!
Kidnapper. Serjeant!