"I shall tell massa," said Serjeant Quacco. "Dam troublesome fellow dem Felatah--never stay at home--always going about fighting here--stealing dere. You go to bed--hear de pig in de oder end of your hut grunt quite comfortable--you wake--him gone--'ah, Felatah must have been dere.' You hab only two wife, so you go into market--bazar, de Moorish people call him--you buy anoder leetle wife, because maybe one of de two grow old, and de oder grow stupid maybe; well, you bring de leetle wife home--nice leetle person--you tell him de story how Felatah come, while you sleep, and tief pig--ha, ha--you laugh, and he laugh, and you drink small piece of tody, after nyam supper, and go werry merry to bed--ho--you wake next morning--debil--him gone too well as de pig--de leetle wife gone--oh, lord--'sure as can be, Felatah must be dere.' And your bag of cowrie never safe--every ting dat cursed Felatah can lay him fist on, him grab--de Livapool ship people call him Scotchman." "Don't tell that part of your story in the hearing of Corporal Lennox, friend Quacco," said I, laughing. He grinned, and proceeded. "I say to Jack, 'I was catch when I was leetle naked fellow by de Felatahs, wid my fader and moder, and carry off to dem country, and afterward sell for slave; but you was great man always--big fetish priest you was--many fetish you make in your time; you kill goat and pig before de fetish.'--'Ay,' said Jack, 'and maybe, Quacco, I kill oder ting you no dream of before de fetish, beside dem who hab cloven hoof and four leg and one tail'--and he rose up--on which me Quacco jump on my feet too. 'Massa Ogly Jack, I onderstand you now, you willain; you is one mutiny, sir, and I arrest you, sir, in de name of de Kin.' All dis time I was press de tumb of my left hand against de pipe of my bayonet to see dat him was loose in de sheath. Jack again throw someting into de fire, dat dis time flare up wid red flame, not wid blue one as before, when every ting--de roof, de leetle wildcane bed, de rafter, and whole inside of de hut, de calabash hang against de wall, all look red, red and glowing hot, as if we had plump into de bad place all at once--even Jack, and me Quacco, seem two big lobster. I was wery terrible frighten, and drew back to de corner as far as I could get. Jack did not follow me, but continued standing in de same spot where he had risen up, wid both hand stretch out towards me. I try for speak, but my troat stop up, as if you was plug him wid piece of plantain. 'Quacco,' at length say Jack wery slow, like one parson, 'Quacco, you have say I was fetish man, and hab kill goat and pig--and I say I was so; and dat I have in my time make fetish of oder ting dat have no cleft in him hoof, and hab not four leg, nor one tail. Listen to me, Quacco; you is not goat?'--'No,' say me Quacco, 'certainly I is not goat.'--'You is not pig?' continue Jack.--'No, no--Oh! oh! oh!' groan me Quacco again--'You hab not cloven foot?' him