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Updated: June 17, 2025
"No, Mass' George, de Injum." The sentry craned his neck forward over the great fence staring out into the gloom, and I followed his example, my heart beating heavily the while, the regular throbs seeming to rise right up to my throat in a way that was painful; but I could see nothing.
I hope the Indians will not come any more, and that we shall soon go back home." "Injum coming; Pomp see um. Dey hide; lie flat down on um 'tummuck so; and creep and crawl um." He illustrated his meaning, but crouched down by me again directly. "Dat on'y Pomp fun," he whispered. "Pomp nebber run away from Mass' George, and ah! look dah!"
If they think they're going to frighten us away they're mistaken. They don't know what Englishmen are, do they, little nigger?" "How Pomp know what de Injum tink?" said the boy, promptly. The man turned to me and gave me a nudge, as he laughingly continued, in the whisper in which the conversation was carried on
I had managed to check the boat enough to let the oar overtake us, and Pomp made a snatch at it, but drew back sharply with a low cry of horror. "What's the matter now?" I said. "Make haste; you'll lose it." "Great big Injum down dah," he whispered, hoarsely. "Um want to bite off poor Pomp arm." "Nonsense! How could an Indian be there?" I said, as we floated on side by side with the oar. "Injum?
But a curiously dull, deadening feeling came over me, as I felt that the Indians must now get there first, and that we should be too late to give the alarm. I was just thinking this when Pomp stopped short. "Mass' George take off um shoes," he whispered. "Carry um. Injum no see footmarks a-morrow."
The boy looked at me with his face screwed up. "Pomp done know," he said. "Could you get the knots undone?" "Pomp 'fraid try. Come and hit um. Going to kill us, Mass' George?" "Oh, no; I don't think there's any fear of that." "Then why they tie us up?" "Don't talk so loud. It makes them look round." "Look dah!" "What at?" "Dah de gun. Dat big ugly Injum got um. Him fief."
Of course the doctor was right, for the effect of that cry was to make me drop down in the boat again, whisper to Pomp to pull, and row with all my might. Then another yell came from our right, and was answered from the forest, the Indian who shouted evidently being not very far away. "Hear dat, Mass' George?" said Pomp. "Yes; pull hard. It is the Indians." "Well, who car' for old Injum?
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