"One day he is going to do me a service, a very great service, Rose."
The hag continued looking at him with a stubborn expression.
"You know better than any one else, Rose, my dread of some—some unmannerly death—"
The old woman made a sound that might have meant anything.
"And Peter has promised to stay with me until—until the end."
The old negress considered this solemn speech, and then grunted out:
"Which en'?"
"Which end?" The Captain was irritated.
"Yeah; yo' en' or Peter's en'?"
"By every law of probability, Peter will outlive me."