“Thanky, Marster,” grinned the lad, picking up the treasure.
“Now tell me.”
“Well, Marster, they went along that left han’ road till they got to the next turning, and then they turned to the left ag’in and kept on that tact towards that gap in the mountain where you see the sun set in the arternoon.”
“How did you know all this, boy?”
“I was out coon-hunting when I heerd them talking, and I listened and heerd all about it. And as I couldn’t find any coons, I follyed arter them; and their horses was tired, as they kept on complainin’ to each other. And so they went slow and I could keep up long of ’em.”
“How far did you follow them?”
“Well, Marster! I couldn’t help it! I follyed of ’em all night.”
“And they never discovered you?”
“No, sar, they never did. I was barefooted and didn’t make no noise, and keeped nigh the bushes on the roadside, and so they never found me out.”
“And where did you part from them?”