He'll be my faithful black boy, what'll rather die than leave me.

You fellers bring a cork to-morrow, an' we'll pretty quick make a faithful black boy of Twitter.' All eyes were turned upon Ted, who did not seem in the least impressed by the magnificent prospect.

Indeed, the faithful native was palpably out of sorts; he took no part in the enthusiasm of his mates, his face was pale, and funk was legible in the diffident eye he turned upon the company.
Dick noted this and put in an artful touch or two.
'Jacky-Jacky, the faithful black boy,' he said; 'brave as a lion, an' the best shot in the world--better'n me! The ruse was not successful.

Ted failed to respond.
'Twitter don't seem to want to be no black boy,' said Phil.
'I'll be Jacky-Jacky,' volunteered Peterson eagerly.
Peterson was a stolid youth with a face like a wooden doll; absolutely reliable since he was as stubborn under adult rule as a whole team of unbroken bullocks, and quite reckless of consequences for the reason that he never anticipated them.

Peterson would have made a most successful Jacky-Jacky, but his suggestion was overlooked in the general concern inspired by Ted's conduct.
Feeling the eyes of the party upon him, Ted grew more uneasy, the corners of his mouth drew down, one finger went up slowly, and Twitter began to snivel.
'I--I--w--wa--want to go home,' he said.
The mates looked at each other in amazement.