“Oh! I hope he will soon return, for I wish to go,” she said, as with a shiver of apprehension she looked hurriedly about in the dark shadows of the forest.
“As yet, we know not each other’s names,” said I, pleasantly.
“True,” she answered, with a faint smile. “Mine is Imogene Merment.”
“And mine is William Relmond; but where can Jim be?”
“Ah! there he is now,” she answered, with a deep flush; and the next minute the savage stood beside us.
“The animals are there; and I’m thinking you’d better be off. Soon as you git away, I’ll cover up the hole, so thee won’t think him has crawled out; but I’m much afeared there am some peeking about here.”
“We will go at once,” said Imogene, gathering up her dress.
I turned to give a last word to Jim, but he had vanished.
“Let us hurry,” said she, “for I have a dread that we are watched, and will not get away after all. I pray God that nothing may prevent us, now that we are started.”
She almost ran, and in a minute we reached the grove referred to. Here we found two horses saddled and bridled, and ready for a journey. Without losing a moment, we mounted and struck to the northward.