"I've been thinking a good deal about them, and their bold escape from slavery, and their----" "Slavery!" sung out the old man.

"We were never slaves! What do you mean by that?
Do you take us for niggers ?" He was pretty mad, and I don't wonder, if that was the way he understood Rectus, for he was just as much a white man as either of us.
"Oh no!" said Rectus.

"But I've heard all about you, and that tyrant Turnbull, and the way you cast off his yoke.

I mean your fathers, of course." "I reckon you've heard a little too much, young man," said the Minorcan.
"Somebody's been stuffin' you.

You'd better get a hook and line, and go out to catch clams." "Why, you don't understand me!" cried Rectus.