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"Yes, go," said Hannibal, who had been listening intently to Morgan's words. "Boat. Injum. Han 'top find um boy." Morgan looked at me, but I shook my head. "No," I said; "we will not go we cannot, and leave him here. Will you come, Hannibal?" "To find um boy," he said, frowning. "And we'll stop too, Morgan," I said.
Then quite a couple of hours must have passed, and Pomp began to fidget about terribly, making so much noise that if the Indians had been anywhere at hand, they must have heard. "Hush!" I said; "sit still." "Can't, Mass' George," he said sharply. "I so dreffle hungly." "Yes, so am I. What are you going to do?" "Get down again. Injum no come now."
"Hurt much?" said my father, pressing his finger and thumb on the wound at the back and palm of the boy's hand. "Um tickle, sah: dat all. Pomp tought you cut um arm off. Hi! You dah," he shouted excitedly; "you wait till Pomp get lil bit of rag round um hand, you see how I serb you. Yah! You big coward Injum tief."
Injum hit um wif um lil chopper, same time some one shoot and kill Injum; den Pomp knock down, and all jump on um, and dey pick um up, and take um 'way, and bring um here." "Then were you hurt too?" "Yes, hurt dreffle, and dockor laugh, and say nuffum matter wif um, and send um 'way 'gain. Den Pomp go an' fine um fader, and come an' fine Mass' George, and bring um here.
Injum cotch Pomp, and 'tuff mouf full. Couldn't holler. Tie um all up tightum. No move, no breve, no do nuffum." "Yes; don't talk now. We found you. No; lie still. What do you want?" "Go kill all de Injum." "Sit still," I said, with another little shiver, as I recalled the scene of the struggle. "No; Pomp won't sit 'till."
Keep ask say `Are you suah? `Are you suah? Pomp going run away and lib in de tree. Nobody b'leeve Pomp." "Yes, some one does," I said, as I sat down beside him in the darkness; and for the first time I noticed that we were close to the tarpaulin and canvas spread over the powder-kegs. "No. Nobody b'leeve Pomp. Um wish Injum come and kill um."
I whispered at last. "Get away from Injum. Come!" He said this shortly, and I began thinking that it was our wisest course to get right away, and, as soon as we could find a spot at daybreak, cross to the other side, and then try to thread our way back home.
"No," he said, as if to himself, as he drew back. "Ah, you boys! Your eyes are young and sharp. Try if you can see the Indians crossing along by the edges of either of the plantations, or coming this way." "No, sir," I said, quickly. "I have been trying to see them." "Injum gone round dah," said Pomp, pointing. "Ah!" cried the general; "you saw them?" "Yes; gone dat big house."
It was darker than ever as I got round the remains of the fort, and knowing that the ground there was free from impediment, I was in the act of breaking into a trot, when there was a curious stifled sound in front a noise as of an axe falling on wood; and my companion sprang at me and dragged me back. "Mass' George," he whispered, "Injum dah. Come ober big fence."
"Well, suppose it is about the same. You'll have to fight some day, perhaps." "Mass' George fight dreffle," put in Pomp. "Shoot lot of Injum." "Nonsense, Pomp!" I said, hurriedly. "Not nonsense. Pomp see um tummle down when. Mass' George shoot um." "Why, you didn't fire on the Indians, did you, squire?" said the man. "Lot o' times," said Pomp, quickly.
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