The strong-muscled black, bent almost double, ran swiftly with his burden for some distance further. Then he set Tubby down and rested, breathing heavily. The sounds of the chase came from afar to them, much fainter now.
“Ha! ha!” chortled Jumbo; “dey look an’ look, but dey no find us.”
“That’s all right, too, Jumbo,” said Tubby, sitting down on a decayed log; “but it doesn’t help to get the major and the rest out of that hole in the ground.”
“Maybe Marse Hiram got frough,” suggested Jumbo hopefully.
“I hope so, I’m sure,” said Tubby with a mournful intonation; “it looks now as if that was our only chance of saving them.
“Where are we?” added Tubby, suddenly gazing about him. There was something familiar about the scenery. Especially about a tall, cone-shaped rock that loomed up close at hand.
“That’s Ruby Glow!” he exclaimed the next instant.
“And gollygumptions, ef dere ain’t a spook or suthin’ on top of it,” cried Jumbo.
He pointed to a dark figure standing upright in the white moonlight that flooded the isolated mass of rock.