“What I saw looked like a boy, Snowball. O, now I think of it, like that boy.”
“What boy you ’peak ’bout?”
“He who was aboard the ship,—the English boy who was one of the sailors.”
“Ah! you mean de little Will’m, I ’pose. I reck’n dat ’ere lad hab gone to de bott’m ob de sea long afore dis, or else he get off on de big raff. I know he no go ’long wi’ de cappen, ’case I see de little chap close by de caboose after de gig row ’way. If he hab go by de raff dem ruffins sure eat him up,—dat be if dey get hungry. Dey sure do dat! Hark! what’s dat I heer? Sure’s my name be Snowball, I hear some ’un ’peak out dere to win’ard. D’you hear anything, lilly Lally?”
“Yes, Snowball: I think I did.”
“What you tink you?”
“A voice.”
“What sort o’ voice?”
“Like a boy’s voice,—just like his.”
“Who you mean?”