“House, sah. Go sleep, sah,” said the man, growing eager and excited, and making an effort to replace Murray’s foot upon his head.
“No, no; don’t do that,” cried the lad impatiently. “Now tell me, where is your master?”
“Massa Allen, sah. House, sah. Go sleep, sah.”
“It’s very evident he does not know, Tom,” said Murray. “What’s to be done? Do you think we could get anything out of the others?”
“No, sir. If he don’t know they don’t.”
“Well, what is best to be done?”
“Try t’others, sir. I don’t think it’s any good, but we might try.”
“But we must catch them first.”
“Oh, that’s soon done, sir.”
“But how?”