“We’ll go and have another look, Aunt,” I said. “We may find him somewhere in the plantation.”
Signing to Tom to follow, I walked out to stand beneath the verandah till Tom joined me.
“They’ve got it all back again, Mas’r Harry, safe,” said Tom gloomily, as soon as he stood facing me.
I did not answer.
“And we shall have to look pretty sharp to get the rest away,” he continued, prophetically.
“Never mind the gold, Tom,” I said, with a strange uneasy feeling troubling me. “Let us first see what has become of my uncle.”