I blebed it when you told him, but de minit he told
me it sounded like er lie."
"Kintchin, that's putty good sense, anyhow."
"Yas, suh, an' ain't all dat sense wuth er quarter?"
Jasper began to grabble into his pocket, when Margaret spoke up:
"Jasper, don't give that nigger no money. He won't do a thing I tell him
to."
Starbuck gave him a piece of silver, and with a look of deep injury the
darkey turned to Margaret. "Now, Miss Mar'get, whut you all time come er
flatter me datter way fur? You knows I's allus a braikin' my naik fur
you. I don't kere ef you is er 'oman, you's got er soul ter save, an'
you oughter be a lookin' out fur it."
He ambled slowly toward the door, muttering as he went, and Jasper's
sharp command did not serve to enliven him overmuch.
"Come, move on a little faster, and yoke up the steers and haul that
man's wagon up the hill. Never saw as slow a nigger in my life. Come on,
and I'll go with you."
He hastened out, passing Kintchin and commanding him to come on.
Margaret busied herself with picking up scraps of paper, among them
doubtless being an account of what the captain did, and threw them out
into the yard.
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