Poor fellow! he is a Mexican negro,
belonging to an estate that came to Mr. Travis's wife, and he has
always clung to her and her son just like a faithful dog.'
'But he could not be a slave in England,' said Cherry eagerly.
'No; but as this Travis said, his one instinct was the boy: he did
not know how to get rid of him, he said, and I do believe he thinks
it a lucky chance.'
'I wish it had been he!' said Lance.
'Sibby has asked leave to go to the burial,' added Wilmet.
'I hope you gave it,' said Felix. 'Mr. Macnamara came and asked if he
were not a Roman Catholic, and those two Travises laughed a little
offensively, and said they guessed he was so, as much as a nigger was
anything; and the Papists were welcome to his black carcase, only
they would not be charged for any flummery. "I won't be made a fool
of about a nigger," one said. And then, I was so glad, Mr. Audley
begged to know when the funeral would be, and said he would go
anywhere to do honour to faithfulness unto death.'
'Well done, Mr. Audley!' cried Lance. 'Won't we go too, Fee!'
'It will be at nine to-morrow,' said Felix; at which Lance made a
face, since of course he would be in school at the time.
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