I was awful sorry, and so was Jim, and was awful glad when we see you coming, you may ask Jim if I didn't."
Jim said it was so; and the king told him to shut up, and said, "Oh, yes, it's mighty likely!" and shook me up again, and said he reckoned he'd drownd me. But the duke says:
"Leggo the boy, you old idiot! Would you a done any different? Did you inquire around for him, when you got loose? I don't remember it."
So the king let go of me, and begun to cuss that town and everybody in it. But the duke says:
"You better a blame sight give yourself a good cussing, for you're the one that's entitled to it most. You hain't done a thing, from the start, that had any sense in it, except coming out so cool and cheeky with that imaginary blue-arrow mark. That was bright—it was right down bully; and it was the thing that saved us. For if it hadn't been for that, they'd a jailed us till them Englishmen's baggage come—and then—the penitentiary, you bet! But that trick took 'em to the graveyard, and the gold done us a still bigger kindness; for if the excited fools hadn't let go all holts and made that rush to get a look, we'd a slept in our cravats to-night—cravats warranted to wear, too—longer than we'd need 'em."
They was still a minute—thinking—then the king says, kind of absentminded like:
"Mf! And we reckoned the niggers stole it!"
That made me squirm!
"Yes," says the duke, kinder slow, and deliberate, and sarcastic, "We did."
After about a half a minute, the king drawls out:
"Leastways—I did."
The duke says, the same way:
"On the contrary—I did."
The king kind of ruffles up, and says:
"Looky here, Bilgewater, what'r you referrin' to?"
The duke says, pretty brisk:
"When it comes to that, maybe you'll let me ask, what was you referring to?"
