Chapter Thirty Five.
Black Caesar.
Murray made a dash at the black and caught him by the arm, while Tom May sprang to the other side, for, startled by the sudden movement of the midshipman, the poor fellow winced and looked as if about to run.
“No, no,” cried Murray; “it’s all right, Caesar. Show us directly where Mr Allen is.”
“Yes,” whispered the man; “but no tell Massa Huggin. Him kill Caesar for sure. Caesar very frighten.”
“You shan’t be hurt, boy,” cried the middy. “Now then; lead us to where Mr Allen is. Quick!”
The black nodded his head, gave a sharp glance round, and then with trembling hand caught hold of Murray’s wrist and led him into the hall again, closely followed by the lieutenant and Tom May, who was as watchful as if he felt sure that their guide was bent upon making his escape.
“Shall I follow with some of the men, sir?” said Roberts, who was in a state of fret from the fear of missing anything that was about to take place.
“No, it is not necessary,” said Mr Anderson.
“I beg pardon, sir,” cried Murray; “from what this black fellow has said, I think you ought to have some of the men with us.”