“Yaw! yaw!” chuckled Jim, as he stumbled and hurried down the bed of the stream. “Won’t have to run fur to git away from the likes ob you.”
A half hour later, the anxious brothers were relieved by the appearance of Jim among them, when he gleefully recounted his adventure, quite jubilant at his success.
“Won’t they follow you?” inquired Edwin.
“Dey undertook dat, but dey went de wrong way.”
“But they may now go the right one.”
“How dey know dat?”
“We are not sure that they have any suspicion of the truth,” said George, “but they would naturally suspect that they had followed the course of the brook.”
“Let ’em foller,” was the reply of the African, “an’ if dey do so, dey might tumble ober us widout seeing us.”
“Do you know how many there are?”
“Seed tree ob ’em, an’ I tink dey was more around.”