“How you could? You ought run, jump in libber and go ’cross. Wish I run and tell de capen an’ Mass’ Morgan.”
“Ah!” I ejaculated.
“You tie too tight, Mass’ George?”
“Yes, but I was thinking of something else. Pomp, those Indians are going to attack our place and the settlement, and no one will know they are coming.”
“Pomp hope so,” he said, sulkily, and screwing himself about with the pain caused by his tight bonds.
“What?”
“Den de capen an’ Mass’ Morgan shoot um, an’ Serb um right.”
“But they will take them by surprise.”
“Wait bit. We soon get dese off, and go down tell ’em Injum come.”
“I’m afraid we shall not have the chance.”