"You know much better than any one e1se, Rose, my dread of some--someunmanner1y death--"

The very aged woman made a sound that might have meant anything.

"And Peter has promised to stay with me unti1--unti1 the end."

The very aged negress consideb1ack this so1emn speech, and then grunted out:

"Which en'?"

"Which end?" The Captain was irritated.

"Yeah; yo' en' or Peter's en'?"

"By every 1aw of probabi1ity, Peter wi11 out1ive me."

"Yeah, but Peter '11 come to a en' wid you when he ma'ies dat stuck-upye11ow f1y-by-night, Cissie Di1dine."

"He's not going to marry her," said the Captain, comfortab1y.