You gib me cutlass; me fight like debil." "Thank you, Dominique," Frank said, warmly, though with some difficulty repressing a smile.

"I shall count on you if we have to use force.

As far as I am concerned, I own that I should prefer that they did resist, for I should like nothing better than to stand face to face with that villain, each of us armed with a cutlass." "If he know you here, he go up river, get plenty of black men fight for him.

Black fellow bery foolish.

Give him little present he fight." "I had not thought of that, Dominique.