finger, that we may translate what you say to the lady and Don
Philip."
"Dat all right, sar. Friar and I get on two mule as soon as it quite
dark. He make me carry all tousand dollars--and we ride out of town.
We go up mountain and mountain, but the moon get up shine and we go on
cheek by jowl--he nebber say one word, and I nebber say one word, 'cause
I no speak his lingo, and he no understand my English. About two
o'clock in de morning, we stop at a house and stay dere till eight
o'clock, and den we go on again all next day, up all mountain, only stop
once, eat a bit bread and drink lilly wine. Second night come on, and
den we stop again, and people bow very low to him, and woman bring in
rabbit for make supper. I go in the kitchen, woman make stew smell very
nice, so I nod my head, and I say very good, and she make a face, and
throw on table black loaf of bread and garlic, and make sign dat for my
supper; good enough for black fellow, and dat rabbit stew for friar.
Den I say to myself, stop a little; suppose friar hab all de rabbit, I
tink I give him a lilly powder."
"The powder, Mesty?" exclaimed Jack.
"What does he say?" inquired Don Philip.
Gascoigne translated all that Mesty had communicated. The interest of
the narrative now became exciting. Mesty continued:
"Well, Massa Easy, den woman she go for dish to put stew in, and I take
de powder and drop it in de pot, and den I sit down again and eat black
bread, she say good enough for black man. She stir up de stew once
more, and den she pour it out into dish, and take it to friar. He lick
um chops, by all de powers, and he like um so well he pick all de bones,
and wipe up gravy with him bread. You tink it very nice, Massa Friar,
tink I; but stop a little. After he drink a whole bottle of wine he
tell em bring mules to de door, and he put him hands on de woman head,
and dat de way he pay for him supper.
"The moon shone bright, and we go up all mountain, always go up, and
'bout two hour, he got off him mule and he put him hand so, and set down
on de rock. He twist, and he turn and he groan for half an hour, and
den he look at me, as much as to say, you black villain, you do this?
for he not able to speak, and den I pull out de paper of de powder, and
I show him, and make him sign he swallow it: he look again, and I laugh
at him--and he die."
"Oh Mesty, Mesty," exclaimed our hero; "you should not have done that--
there will be mischief come f
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