“More power ter yer for doin’ so.”
“We have no particular purpose in view. One has arisen. Suppose we go to the Gulf Coast and wipe out this Terror? Would you like to undertake it, Barney?”
“Wud a dook swim?” grinned the Celt, for the prospect of lots of fighting and excitement just suited his taste.
Frank then shouted to Pomp, who stood steering in the conning tower:
“Did you hear what was said, Pomp?”
“’Deed I did, Marse Frank,” the coon replied.
“What do you think of my plan?”
“Sabe de pickaninny an’ wallop dem yere pirates, sah?”
“That’s my idea.”
“Gwine fo’ ter git a fo’tune fo’ doin’ dat?”