"If you wasn't, I'd knock you into de middle ob nixt week for takin' a grip o' me like dat." "You'll wish yourself into the middle of next fortnight if you disobey orders," returned our hero, tightening the grip.
Moses threw back his head, opened his cavern, and laughed silently; at the same time he twisted his arm free with a sudden wrench.
"You's awrful strong, Nadgel, but you don't quite come up to niggers! Howse'ber, you's right.

I'll obey orders; neberdeless I'll get ready for action." So saying, the negro extracted from the canoe several revolvers, two of which he handed to Nigel, two he thrust into his own belt, and two he laid handy for "massa" when he should return.
"Now, if you're smart at arit'metic, you'll see dat six time six am t'irty-six, and two double guns das forty--forty dead men's more 'n enuff--besides de knives." Moses had barely finished these deadly preparations when Van der Kemp returned as quietly as he had gone.

His face was still fierce and haggard, and his manner hurried though quite decided.
"I have seen him," he said, in a low voice.
"Seen who ?" asked Nigel.
"Him whom I had hoped and prayed never more to see.

My enemy! Come, quick, we must leave at once, and without attracting their notice." He gave his comrades no time to put further questions, but laid hold of one end of the canoe; Moses took the other end and it was launched in a few seconds, while Nigel carried down such part of the lading as had been taken out.

Five minutes sufficed to put all on board, and that space of time was also sufficient to enable Spinkie to observe from his retreat in the bushes that a departure was about to take place; he therefore made for the shore with all speed and bounded to his accustomed place beside the mast.
Taking their places they pushed off so softly that they might well have been taken for phantoms.