“I prefer that you should share it with me.”
“We will go over tomorrow and make an examination. Was there any one else who seemed to have a claim to the cave except the Dixons?”
“No. The negro, Caesar, will still be there, perhaps.”
“We can easily get rid of him.”
The next day the two friends went over to the cavern. Caesar was still there, but he had an unsettled, restless look, and seemed undecided what to do.
“What are you going to do, Caesar?” asked Pettigrew. “Are you going to stay here?”
“I don’t know, massa. I don’t want to lib here. I’m afraid I’ll see the ghostes of my old massas. But I haven’t got no money.”
“If you had money where would you go?”
“I’d go to Chicago. I used to be a whitewasher, and I reckon I’d get work at my old trade.”
“That’s where you are sensible, Caesar. This is no place for you. Now I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll give you a hundred dollars, and you can go where you like. But I shall want you to go away at once.”