“Do you think they have got back to the cottage?”
The black nodded.
“Big very much fight. Sailor kill big lot Huggins man.”
“How do you know that?” said Murray sharply, for it seemed to him now that the last dreamy feeling of exhaustion had passed away.
“Caesar find free dead men. Him tread on two,” was his ready reply, “him” being the big black.
“But not white men!” said the midshipman, with his voice sinking to a whisper that was almost inaudible.
“Huggins man, massa. Bad fellow. Caesar berry glad.”
“Hah!” sighed Murray, and he crept to where Roberts lay apparently sleeping comfortably now.
“Is it far to Mr Allen’s cottage?” asked the lad, after a pause.
“Over dah, sah,” replied the black, pointing.