“Caesar don’t know. Want find Massa Anderson lieutenant. Want find big Tom May chap. Massa know where?”
“No, Caesar. Can’t you show me?”
“No, sah! Everybody run all away. Lot people get killed. Caesar glad find Massa young sailor ’gain.”
“So am I, my lad. But now can you find Tom May and Bill Titely?”
“Caesar try, sah. Come along.”
“But I can’t leave my wounded friend here.”
“No, sah. Take um ’long.”
“That’s right; but can you find the way in the darkness?”
“Caesar going try,” said the black confidently; but he did not inspire the midshipman with the same amount of confidence. In fact, the little he felt was a good deal shaken by a great hand darting as it were out of the darkness and seizing him roughly by the shoulder.
“What does that mean?” he cried.