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"They're looking to see if the water's muddy, Mas'r Harry," whispered Tom. And then, directly after, "Creep back a little more behind the rock here; they're coming this way again." What! step back and leave the treasure? No, I felt that I could not do that, but that I would sooner fight for it to the last gasp. Tom was right, though.
Somehow he was so unlike other human beings, and so wholly devoted to his master, that it never seemed to be a greater shock to find that he had been present than if he had been a faithful dog. A few days later he told Aurelia that Mas'r was not well enough to see her.
"A dog could hardly do it, Tom," I said bitterly, and then I started. "Stop a moment," I cried. "That was a regular crack or split in the rock that we came through, Tom; such a one as might have been made by an earthquake." "Sure it was, Mas'r Harry; but you don't think as another one has come and shut it up, do you?"
Taking him one day for a drive around the country and through the village, he bought him some first-class cigars with the thought "Maybe they'll take that smell out of his clothes." "Thankee, Mas'r Peter, thankee," Jake said, smacking his lips with his enjoyment of the flavor of the Havanas. "Dis yer am mighty fine, but I s'pecks I or'to stick to my backy. I done brought a lot wid me."
"Why, Eliza child, what ails you?" said her mistress. "O! missis, missis," said Eliza, "there's been a trader talking with master in the parlor! I heard him." "Well, silly child, suppose there has." "O, missis, do you suppose mas'r would sell my Harry?" And the poor creature threw herself into a chair, and sobbed convulsively. "Sell him! No, you foolish girl!
I shrank back farther into the cavern to crouch down, Tom imitating my acts, and together we watched the watchers, who remained so motionless that at times I felt disposed to ask myself whether I had not been mistaken, and whether these were not a portion of one of the rocks. "It's no good, Mas'r Harry," said Tom; "we must make a rush for it. They'll stop there for a week, or till we go.
"Mas'r Shelby raised heaps of 'em." "Well, I think I shall put you in coachy, on condition that you won't be drunk more than once a week, unless in cases of emergency, Tom." Tom looked surprised, and rather hurt, and said, "I never drink, Mas'r." "I've heard that story before, Tom; but then we'll see. It will be a special accommodation to all concerned, if you don't.
"Well, Mas'r Harry," said Tom bluntly, "I did think as you was just now, over that s'picion o' yourn; but as to throwing the sand into the water, why, one can't foresee everything. I don't think there's any harm done, though." "I beg your pardon, Tom," I exclaimed, holding out my hand, "it was ungenerous."
I was interrupted in my thoughts by Tom, who turned to me and said, "Give me your knife, Mas'r Harry, and I'll give it a good sharp up along o' mine. There's nothing like having a good keen knife in your pocket when you're going travelling, so they say." "Very true, Tom," I cried laughing; "are you really in earnest over this?" "Really in earnest, Mas'r Harry?
You tell me what to do and I'll do it. And as for sticking to you There, Mas'r Landell, sir, haven't I stuck to Mas'r Harry through thick and thin?" "Most faithfully, Tom." "Thanky, sir, thanky," cried Tom. "Yes, yes, Tom, we know all about that," I said. "No one doubts your fidelity, but it is not the question. We want to know what to do about getting the treasure home safely." "Oh! Ah!
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