“White men of course.”
“White men; I see only one, and you’re an Injin, sure as I’m Captain Garbold.”
I now stepped forward from the shelter of the forest, to which I had instinctively retreated with the trembling Imogene, upon the appearance of the boat.
“Ah! who are those?” called the captain, instantly.
“We are whites, as you can readily see, and only ask to be taken to our friends.”
The captain immediately turned and spoke to several beside him. A few minutes afterward a small boat put out from the steamer, and Imogene, followed by myself, stepped into the boat, but Nat lingered.
“Hilloa, you!”
“Come, hurry, Nat, don’t keep them waiting,” said I.
“I’m going to remain!” he remarked, quietly.