You may as well open that basket again and hand me that cold chicken and a piece of bread; cut the meat off the bones and put it on the bread, for I have only one hand disengaged, and hand me that bottle of cold tea.

That's right.

Now you had better take something yourself.

You must be hungry.

We forgot all about the basket in our interest in the ship." Dan shook his head.
"A little while ago, massa, me seem bery hungry, now me doesn't feel hungry at all." "That's bad, Dan.