Part 97 (1/2)

”Caesar hope so, sah.”

”When do you mean to go on and join Mr Anderson, then?” asked the mids.h.i.+pman.

”Caesar wait till come dark, sah. No go yet. Ma.s.sa Huggins men watch all round and take--kill--Murray Frank if um go now.”

”But can't you go and warn our people that they are in danger?”

”Ma.s.sa Anderson know,” said the black coolly. ”Bri'sh sailor officer keep eye wide open. Dah!”

He uttered the last word in a low, excited fas.h.i.+on, for just then there was the distant smothered report of a musket, and Murray pressed the growth before him a little on one side.

”Was that one of the slavers' crew?” he whispered.

”No, sah. Dat sailor shoot. Look now.”

The lad pressed forward again, but nothing was visible, for the densely packed party of sailors who the minute before had been seen to be in motion had quite disappeared, though Murray could grasp the fact that they must still be there.

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN.

”WAIT TILL DARK.”

Long hours of weary waiting and expectation of being discovered, for at intervals movements could be detected amongst the tall swaying canes and patches of maize that could be made out beyond the wilderness of undergrowth that lay between the little party of fugitives and the cottage whose presence the black insisted upon as being in the direction he pointed out.

But Murray had the satisfaction of noting that his brother mids.h.i.+pman was slowly recovering his senses. Twice over he had opened his eyes to gaze wonderingly in the face that looked down at him, and once when Murray whispered a few encouraging words he shook his head and seemed to sink back into a deep sleep again.

”What's to be done, Caesar?” said Murray softly.

”Do nothing, sah. Wait till come dark. Then creep, creep, creep froo trees and tell ma.s.sa officer not to shoot. Then run fas', get in cottage.”

Night at last, and with every nerve throbbing from excitement Murray started up in readiness, for the black had bent over to whisper to him that he was going to try and find a way past the several parties of the enemy who were beleaguering the holders of the little cottage, whom it was their aim now to rejoin.

”Ma.s.sa stop now,” said the man. ”Wait till Caesar see.”

The next minute there was a faint rustling sound, and Murray was alone with the big black and his companion, both silent, the former watchful and alert, and the latter as motionless as if plunged in the deepest sleep.

This silence was to the mids.h.i.+pman the most painful part of the task which he had been called upon to bear. His imagination began to set to work at once and surrounded him with perils that were ever on the increase. He knew from what he had seen that a strong body of the enemy must be lying between him and his friends, but directly Caesar had pa.s.sed out of hearing it appeared to him that the crews of the slaver's schooners had started into motion and were creeping round behind him to cut him off, and twice over this was enforced by the great black beginning to creep away and leaving him alone with Roberts.

Then when he was beside himself with anxiety as to what he had better do, and more and more certain that he was completely left, he started to find that the great fellow had returned, to seat himself beside his burden, evidently ready to make a fresh start at any moment.

At last, when Murray felt that he could bear no more, there was a faint rustle and a whisper to prove that the black had returned, to lay a hand upon his shoulder.

”Well,” whispered the lad excitedly, ”have you found a way to get by them?”

”Caesar get by,” said the man sadly, ”but big slabe, Murray Frank, Roberts, not get by.”

”Then what do you mean to do?”

”Try,” said the man. ”Murray Frank ready?”

”Yes, ready for anything,” said the lad, springing up eagerly.