“Massa Murray Frank see um?” whispered the black.
“Yes, quite plainly,” replied the lad.
“Dat Massa Huggin man go creep round plantation.”
“What plantation is that?” asked Murray excitedly.
“Massa Allen plantation, sah. Massa Allen plantation cottage over dah, sah.”
“And is he back there now?”
“No say dat where Caesar tink de lieutenant massa wait long o’ Bri’sh sailor. Fink um wait till Massa Huggin bring all a men from two, free schooner. Wait kill all a Bri’sh sailor, sah.”
“And if he doesn’t look out, my man, he’ll be killed instead.”
“Caesar hope so, sah.”
“When do you mean to go on and join Mr Anderson, then?” asked the midshipman.