Part 82 (2/2)
But, my word, Mas' Don, I am sorry”
”Sorry? Of course”
”Ah! But I ht they couldn't fight”
”The women and children, Jeht, and they--”
”Yes--go on”
”They served theive in”
”How horrible!”
”Ah, 'tis horrid,we hadn't cut and run
We was better off on board shi+p”
”It's of no use to talk like that, Jem Are you much hurt?”
”Hand's all cut about with that pistol busting, and there's a hole through my left shoulder, as feels as if it had been bored with a red hot poker But there, never mind Worse disasters at sea, Mas' Don
Not much hurt, are you?”
”I don't know, Je”
”Good job for you, my lad One of 'em hit you over the head with the back of a stone-chopper; and I thought he'd killed you, so I--”
Jeo on,” whispered Don
”That's all,” said Je to say what you did when the et now”
Don was silent, for Je terrible to dwell upon as he tried to think
At last he spoke again
”Where are the enees like them don't deserve such a fine name Brutes!”
”But where are they? Did you see what they did?”