The gentlemen had amused themselves corking him when he was asleep."
"Yoh finds it mighty easy, consterble, ter say disrespeckshus remahks on
cullud folks," said the temporary barber, entering at that moment. "Ef
the Lawd made as dahk complected, I specks the Lawd knowed what He was
a doin', and didn't go foh ter set white folks a-sneezin' at 'em. I'se
flissertaten myself ebery day yoh cayn't cohk me inter a white folks."
"They's whitewaush, Maguffin," interpolated Ben. "A good heavy coaut o'
whitewaush 'ud make a gashly Corkashun of you."
"Yah! yah! yah! I'se got a brudder as perfesses whitewashin' an'
colourin'. When he's done got a job, he looks moh like the consterble's
brudder nor myuns, yah! yah! yah!"
The corporal frowned, and went on with his breakfast, while Mr. Maguffin
gave an account of his shaving adventure, and of the sight of that poor
man whose moustache had been trimmed by a non-professional.
Ben was soon after called by the detective to re-engage in the hunt for
Rawdon, who was now known to be wounded, and, therefore, to be lurking
somewhere in the neighbourhood.
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