The next moment Leslie heard a dull thump, and Zeb came rolling down directly beside him.
"I's killed! Ebery bone is broken. I can't live anoder second."
"Zeb! Zeb!" whispered Leslie, in a hurried whisper.
The negro suddenly ceased his groaning and exclamations, and rolling his head over toward him, asked, in a whisper.
"Who's dat?"
"It's I, Zeb. Get up quick, for God's sake, before they come down, or I'm lost!"
The negro clambered to his feet without difficulty, and disappeared, shouting to those above:
"I isn't hurt. It war de rock dat was broke by my head striking it! How de pieces flewed!"