“Poor George will be anxious enough about us,” said the boy. “I feel worse on his account than I do on my own.”
“What’s de matter wid him?” asked the negro, not exactly comprehending the force of this remark.
“Nothing, so far as I know; but what will he think when he comes back and finds nothing of us?”
“Tink we ain’t dere, I s’pose.”
“I don’t believe these people intend us any harm. They have treated us both so kindly that they will let us go to-morrow.”
“Hope so.”
“I see among these who came with you, the same one that we had in the cave the other day.”
“Yes; me an’ him are great friends,” replied Jim, with an important air. “I kinder tink he always had a notion of me.”
They chatted together until toward morning, when, becoming sleepy, both lay down upon the ground, and slept until daylight. The African race is proverbial for its drowsy proclivities, and it required some hard shaking upon the part of Edwin before he could arouse his companion. But once awake, he was thoroughly so, and he arose to his feet.