“If it would only come, Tom!”
“Yes, sir; and what then?”
“We shall be able to find our messmates and bring them to our side.”
“Maybe we shall bring the black and white niggers instead, sir, and it’ll mean a fight, for we’re not going to give up quietly, are we?”
“No, Tom, and I hope that when those two wake up they may be able to fire a shot or two to help us.”
“Hope so, sir. But look yonder: there’s the dawn coming.”
“Yes!” whispered Murray eagerly. “Look; I can just make out the branches of a tree against the sky.”
“That’s right, sir. Now for it; what’s it going to be—enemies or friends?”
“Friends, Tom,” whispered Murray confidently.
There was a pause, during which the pair stood gazing straight before them, striving to pierce the dim dawn which seemed to consist for the most part of a thick mist which lay low upon the surface of the earth, while above the top of the forest all was fairly clear.