“Anything else doing?”
“You were here yourself?”
“I come here with Crawfot’s party. I was here. Yes. Sure.”
“Crawfot’s dead, if you mean Tom. Did you ever try any running?”
“Running rum from Jamaica?”
“Yes. I do a bit that way. Other things, too. I’m in with some of Ned’s lot.”
“Ned Davis?”
“Yes. We run blacks sometimes, too. Run ’em into Carolina. New York sometimes.”
“Ah. How did Tom die?”
“Indians. I done a bit that way, too, Lion. You catch two or three squaws. They fetch as much as a white woman down to Campeachy. Two or three of them; it runs into money.”