"It tallies to a dot. Now, Chad, the rock! the rock!" said Fitz, hardly able to contain himself.
The darky pointed straight up the hill, the sky line of which could be seen entire from where we stood, and indicated an isolated rock jutting out above the tree-tops.
I thought Fitz would have hugged him.
"How do you know it is the rock with the crotch in it? Speak, you grinning lunatic!"
"I was dar dis mawnin' by daylight."
"What's it marked?" said Fitz, catching him by both shoulders. "What's it marked? Quick!"
"Wid a C an' a cross an' a B—so." And the old man traced it with his finger in the mud.
"Every pound of coal on the colonel's land!" said Fitz, with a yell that brought his host and Kerfoot as fast as their legs could carry them.
"Stop!" said Kerfoot. "This only settles the Caarter and Barbour division. There was another division here a year ago between Miss Ann Caarter and the colonel. With that I am mo' familiar, for I drew the deeds, which are here," holding up a bundle; "and I was also present with the surveyor. You are wrong, Mr. Fitzpatrick; this entire hill outside the Barbour division is Miss Ann Caarter's, and the coal is on her land. The colonel's portion is back there along the Tench."