“Anybody elshe that you hash a knowledge of?”
“No—nob’dy—neery one as a know anythin’ bout ’ceppin’ de Cussus’ ’tendant. A seed odder men on de road, but dey wur fur off, and a keep dem fur off as a kud. Oa! yes, dar wa’ one who comed near—mose too near—him I knowd. Dat wa’ one ob dem ’ere Trelawney Maroon—Quaco dey call um.”
“Only Quaco, you shay? You hash seen nothing of hish capt’in, Cubina, nor of a young white gentlemansh along with him?”
“Neider de one nor de todder ob dem two people. Wha fo’ you ask dat, Massr Jake?”
“I hash a good reason, Shakra. The young fellow I speaksh of ish a book-keeper of mine. He hash left the penn thish very morning. I don’t know for why, or whither he ish gone; but I hash a reason to think he ish in company with Capt’in Cubina. Maybe not, and maybe he’ll be back again; but it looksh suspicious. If he’sh gone for goot, the shpell will be all for nothingsh. ’S’help me, for nothingsh!”
“Dat’s a pity! I’m sorry fo’ dat, Massr Jake. A hope he no gone.”
“Whether or not, I mushn’t go to shleep about it. There ish another shpell that will be more needed now ash ever.”
“De Obi am ready. Who d’ye want um set fo’ nex’?”
“For this rashcal Cubina.”
“Ah, dat ere in welkum. De god do him bess to ’pell him.”