LIZ. Wat use try to fool de powers?
BAP. (distracted.) But Aun’ Lizbette ... (Lizbette shakes her head.) Lordy! I’ll give you de las’ cent I got, Aun’ Lizbette—all de money I kin make so you woan gimme dat rep’tation. Dat sperrit jes sot on chasin’ me to dem blood-houn’s.
LIZ. Wy ont yo try to hep dat sperrit? Ef yo could see ’im onst—
BAP. I doan wan t’see ’im!
LIZ. (contemptuously.) Yo skeert.
BAP. Yo ain bin hanted.
LIZ. Kase I ain skeert an’ I’ze frenly to ’em. (exeunt; enter Lafitte and his dog. Lafitte sits; lets his hand fall on his dog.)
LAF. Beppo, dear little friend, she has been very ill; she hasn’t even known that we live. She doesn’t know it now.—But she is better, Bep, old boy ... better! Weak and very nervous, they say, but quite conscious. It was the shock— (getting up and calling.) Narbonne. (enter Narbonne.) Order the false commander of the Creole brought before me. (Narbonne bows and exits; Lafitte walks about; enter Pedro in chains and escorted by pirates; Lafitte faces about as they enter; both start.) What! (to the man.) Is this the man who commanded the Creole?
1st PIR. This is the man.