They'd never hear me, 'cause I'd make no noise." "You might as well try to sail into it in a big ship without making noise, you Grampus." To this the Grampus observed, that if the cave had only three fathoms of water in the bottom of it he would have no objections whatever to try.
"But," added he, "suppose _you_ go in." Corrie shook his head, and looked anxiously miserable.
"Well, then," said Bumpus, "suppose we light two torches.

I'll take one in one hand, and this here cutlash in the other; and you'll take t'other torch in one hand and your pistol in the other, and clap that bit of a broken sword 'tween yer teeth, and we'll give a 'orrid screech, and rush in, pell-mell--all of a heap like.

You could fire yer pistol straight before you on chance (it's wonderful wot a chance shot will do sometimes); an' if it don't do nothin', fling it right into the blackguard's face: a brass-mounted tool like that ketchin' him right on the end of his peak would lay him flat over, like a ship in a white squall." "And suppose," said Corrie, in a tone of withering sarcasm,--"suppose all this happened to Alice, instead of the dirty nigger ?" "Ah! to be sure.

That's a puzzler,--puzzler number two." Here Poopy, who had listened with great impatience to the foregoing conversation, broke in energetically.
"An' s'pose," said she, "dat Keona and Missy Alice come out ob cave w'en you two be talkerin' sich a lot of stuff ?" It may as well be remarked, in passing, that Poopy had acquired a considerable amount of her knowledge of English from Master Corrie.

Her remark, although not politely made, was sufficiently striking to cause Bumpus to start up, and exclaim: "That's true, gal.