At mention of the negro he became wild, and, half in English, half in the "gumbo" dialect, said murderous things.

Intimidated by Jules to calmness, he became able to speak confidently on one point; he could, would, and did swear that Colossus had gone home to the Florida parishes; he was almost certain; in fact, he thought so.
There was a clicking of pulleys as the three appeared upon the bayou's margin, and Baptiste pointed out, in the deep shadow of a great oak, the Isabella, moored among the bulrushes, and just spreading her sails for departure.

Moving down to where she lay, the parson and his friend paused on the bank, loath to say farewell.
"O Jools!" said the parson, "supposin' Colossus ain't gone home! O Jools, if you'll look him out for me, I'll never forget you--I'll never forget you, nohow, Jools.

No, Jools, I never will believe he taken that money.

Yes, I know all niggahs will steal"-- he set foot upon the gang-plank--"but Colossus wouldn't steal from me.