Chapter Forty Five.
A Friend in Need.
“Massa sailor officer, you dah?” came again; and still the midshipman could not respond.
“You dah?” came in an angry whisper. “You no open your mouf, sah?”
“Yes, yes,” whispered Murray, recovering himself. “I could not speak. It is you, Caesar, isn’t it?”
“Caesar. Come. Big black fellow Tullus come along to get plantain; see young sailor officer. Tell Caesar. Where big sailor?”
“Tom May? I have lost him.”
“Not killed, sah, and other young officer?”
“No; he is here, Caesar. Where is Mr Anderson?”