Part 41 (2/2)
”No, no; he n brother If you becoati?”
The savage gave vent to a fierce shout, and went through his for numbers of enemies, and his facial distortion was hideous
”Well, when I was a little un, and went to school,” said Jeue See to do out here”
”Yes; it's a way they have when they're going to fight,” said the Englishhtfully ”S'pose it would mean trouble if I were to set you on to do it; but it wouldn't be at all bad for me if you were both of you to leave the shi+p and come ashore”
”To be cooked?” said Jester here's all right; Ngati would make hi Don again ”Much powder; ; ”I taught hio”
”What does he un and plenty of powder?”
The Englishuns and powder ashore with you when you cohtfully
”I sha'n't persuade you, ht with us; and there are English to settle”
”And how often is there a post goes out for England?”
”Post? For England? Letters?”
”Yes”
”I don't know; I've been here a long time now, and I never had a letter and I never sent one away”
”Then how should I be able to send to my Sally”
”Dunno,” said the ati here will be ready to take care of you, youngster; and matey here shall soon have a chief to take care of him”
”I don't know so h to coot some precious unpleasant ways out here as wouldn't suit lish bullied by everybody, it isn't half bad to be a chief, and have a big canoe of your own, and reat powerful man,” said Don ”They'd obey you, but they wouldn't obey ht way to work It isn't only being big They're big, er and more active They're not afraid of your body, but of your mind; that's what they can't understand If I was to write down so on a bit of wood or a leaf--we don't often see paper here--and give it to you to read, and you did the saets over them: it's a wonder they can't understand And lots of other things we know are puzzles to the You consider it over a bit, my lad; and if you decide to run for it, I'll see as you don't come to no harht too; I'll see to that”
”Shouldn't be too te for 'em, eh? Should I?” said Jehing; ”but I may as well be plain with you If ent to ith soot hold of you--”
”Say, Mas' Don,” said Je a sort of white nigger aboard shi+p, and being kept a prisoner, and told it's to serve the king; but a alley to speak to the cook without feeling that he's wondering which jynte of you he shall use first No thankye; it's a werry lovely country, but I want to get home to my Sally some day; and if we cut and run here, I'm afraid I never should”
”You turn it over in your own minds, both of you, o Stop here long?”