“Gone; had big fight with Huggins’s men.”
“Any one hurt, Caesar?”
“Caesar no don’t know. Nearly get kill. Where Massa young sailor hand, take hold?”
Murray raised his hand, and it was taken directly between those of the black speaker; and the midshipman started, for one of these was bandaged up as if the poor fellow had been wounded.
“Where other young sailor officer?”
“Hurt, and lying down here asleep.”
“Very bad hurt?”
“Yes, my man. Where is Mr Allen?”
“Caesar don’t know yet awhile. Want to find Massa Allen. Very much great deal of fighting, sah. Massa Huggins bring many men out of schooner ship kill much slabe boy. Kill very bad, and poor Caesar can’t find Massa Huggins. Want kill um and save Massa Allen.”
“Who wounded you, Caesar?”