“You think so?”
“Ah sho’ do,” said Sam, nodding his ebony head violently up and down. “Ah seen him come abo’d and Ah knowed right away dat we was gwine ter hab hard luck dis cruise.”
“You know who the Jonah is, then, do you?” inquired Grant, somewhat amused by the black man’s superstitions.
“Ah done tol’ you all Ah seen him come abo’d,” said Sam.
“Who is he?”
“Dat Finn.”
“What Finn?” demanded Fred. “What is his name?”
“Ah doan’ know his name, but he am de Jonah all right.”
“What does he look like?” asked Fred.
“Like all de Finns,” said Sam. “Big, wid light hair.”