"Why, ye see, massa adjutump, when dis chile see de cap'n fall down dead, he was so skeered he tumble rite off his horse. So I creep into de bushes, and just as de gal she got to de riber, a big black debil he cotch hold on her an say, 'Ha! ha! now I got hold on you, my booty,' and den he tuck her off an dis chile didn't see her no more."
"She is again in the hands of the rebels, and we must again rescue her, even if it costs a thousand lives. Oh! wretch—wretch that I am—I have murdered my captain, and have not saved her!"
"Please don't, massa adjutump!"
"Don't what?"
"Why, don't take dis chile wid you any more. He get killed, shuah."
"Don't be alarmed. I don't want you."
"Me go see—me follow," said the Indian.
"Go where?"
"After pale-face!"
"How can you ascertain which way they have taken her?"