He's the master, and I'm the man.

Is that the truth, Grip ?' The raven gave a short, comfortable, confidential kind of croak;--a most expressive croak, which seemed to say, 'You needn't let these fellows into our secrets.

We understand each other.

It's all right.' 'I make HIM come ?' cried Barnaby, pointing to the bird.

'Him, who never goes to sleep, or so much as winks!--Why, any time of night, you may see his eyes in my dark room, shining like two sparks.