he black brow cleared and the mouth
expanded to such a gum-and-teeth-exposing extent that Nigel fairly burst
into a laugh.
"You's bery good, sar," said the man, "an' I's hab much pleasure to make
your acquaintance.--Der an't no grease on 'em now."
The last remark had reference to the enormous black paw which he held
out.
Nigel at once grasped it and shook it heartily.
"I's bery fond ob a talk, sar," continued the negro, "so as you wants
one, heabe ahead."
Thus encouraged, our hero began by remarking that he seemed to be
preparing for a trip.
"Dat's zackly what I's a-doin', sar."
"A long one?"
"Well, dat depends on what you call short. Goin' to Sunda Straits, which
p'raps you know, sar, is nigh a hundred miles fro' here."
"And what may you be going to do there?" asked Nigel.
"Goin' home to Krakatoa."
"Why, I thought that was an uninhabited island. I passed close to it on
my way here, and saw no sign of inhabitants."
"Da's cause I was absint fro' home. An' massa he keeps indoors a good
deal."
"And pray who is massa?" asked Nigel.
"Sar," said the negro, drawing up his square sturdy frame with a look of
dignity; "fair-play is eberyt'ing wid me. You've ax me a heap o'
questions. Now's my--turn. Whar you comes fro'?"
"From England," replied Nigel.
"An' whar you go to?"
"Well, you've posed me now, for I really don't know where I'm going to.
In fact that is the very thing I have been trying to find out all day,
so if you'll help me I'll be much obliged."
Here Nigel explained his position and difficulties, and it was quite
obvious, judging from the glittering eyes and mobile mouth, that he
poured his tale into peculiarly sympathetic ears. When he had finished,
the negro stood for a considerable time gazing in meditative silence at
the sky.
"Yes," he said at last, as if communing with himself, "I t'ink--I ain't
quite sure, but I t'ink--I may ventur'."
"Whatever it is you are thinking about," remarked Nigel, "you may
venture to say anything you like to _me_."
The negro, who, although comparatively short of stature, was herculean
in build, looked at the youth with an amused expression.
"You're bery good, sar, but da's not what I's t'inkin' ob. I's t'inkin'
whedder I dar' ventur' to introdoce you to my massa. He's not fond o'
company, an' it might make 'im angry, but he came by a heaby loss lately
an' p'raps he may cond'send to receibe you. Anyhow you 'd be quite safe,
for he's su
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