“Jack Jimmy, will you come along?”
Jack Jimmy still remained silent where he stood.
“Will you come along?” and laying hold of him by the arm he attempted to drag him along.
“Massa, me no go—me no leave dis ya ’chooner as long as massa in ea,” the little man said, with much determination.
“Will you come along sir?” and the sailor gave his ear a twitch—Jack Jimmy passively let himself fall on the deck, repeating—
“Me no go massa.”
But another sailor came up at this moment, and the two of them dragged him along the deck to the gang-way.
“Oh! my young massa,” he cried, as he approached the captain, “let me tap wid you, me no want foo go, me neber leafe dis ’chooner lang you ga—oh let me tap wid you,” and he clasped the knees of the captain.
“Let him remain,” said the latter to the men, who were approaching to drag him away again.
“Garamighty bless you, my young massa—me neber leabe you,” and the tears trickled down the cheeks of the faithful little man.