"Time we were moving. Don't you see how high the sun is? The clock has just struck eight."
"No matter for that. We are just as safe here as anywhere else. You kick me again, and see where you will be!"
"Come, come, Ben; don't get mad."
"Don't kick me, then."
"What are you going to do now?"
"That's my business. You do what I tell you, that's all you have to do with it," replied Ben, imperiously, as he walked to the bank of the river to survey the difficulties of the navigation.
"Is it?" asked Harry, not particularly pleased with this interpretation of their relations.
"You better believe it is."
"I don't believe anything of the kind. I ain't your nigger, anyhow!" added Harry, with spirit.
"I'll bet you are."