"And you could not tell him that there were flying-fish in the cabin, eh, Colorado?
Wait then, that your friend thinks.

The mind moves at times slowly, my son, slowly!" He was silent, and John watched him, breathless.
Presently, "Will you come with me, Colorado ?" asked the Skipper.

"I invite you to come, to spend the day on the 'Nautilus,' to play with Jack and Jim, to polish the shells,--what you please.

I desire not longer to wait here, I desire not that yet Sir Scraper know of my visit.
Had he been here, other happenings might have been; as it is--shortly, will you come with me, Colorado ?" John shut his eyes tight, and took possession of his soul.
"I promised!" he said, "I promised him that if he would not whip me this morning I would not stir off the place.

He was mad because I went yesterday, and he was going to give me a good one this morning, and I hadn't got over the last good one, and so--I promised that! But if I had known you were coming," he cried, "I would not have promised, and I would have taken three good ones, if I could only go." The Skipper nodded, and was silent again.