“No, no, he does not, and I want you to look and tell me.”
“Pomp look and tell Mass’ George, but now too ’leepy, an’ eye all ’tick togedder much, tell Mass’ Morgan.”
“Then tell me,” I whispered.
He looked again, then seemed suddenly to grow interested, and as excited as we were, as he caught my arm.
“Dem Injum!”
“There, Master George. Quick! Fetch the captain.”
“No, no, fire and give the alarm,” I said.
“No. Better not. It will alarm them too. Go and fetch the captain.”
I hurried away, closely followed by Pomp, and luckily found my father on his way to go the rounds in company with Colonel Preston.
I told them what we had seen, and they hurried with us to the spot where Morgan was on duty.