“How your hand he get hurt?” she asked.
“You ask Case’s head, old lady,” says I.
She jumped with joy, and sang out.
“You haven’t made much of a Christian of this one,” says I to Mr. Tarleton.
“We didn’t think her one of our worst,” says he, “when she was at Fale-alii; and if Uma bears malice I shall be tempted to fancy she has good cause.”
“Well, there we are at service number two,” said I. “I want to tell you our yarn, and see if you can let a little daylight in.”
“Is it long?” he asked.
“Yes,” I cried; “it’s a goodish bit of a yarn!”
“Well, I’ll give you all the time I can spare,” says he, looking at his watch. “But I must tell you fairly, I haven’t eaten since five this morning, and, unless you can let me have something, I am not likely to eat again before seven or eight to-night.”
“By God, we’ll give you dinner!” I cried.