“Here I am, Uncle!” I called from my rock. “I’ll be with you in a minute, but we’ve got to get the gold over first.”
“The gold!” cried Uncle Naboth, in amazement. “Have you got it, then, after all?”
“To be sure,” said I, with a touch of pride, “every grain of it!”
Uncle Naboth groaned.
“I didn’t think as you’d do it, Sam, my boy,” he said regretfully.
“I couldn’t have done it, without Nux and Bry,” I answered, not understanding that I had been accused of the theft.
The old man turned reproachfully to Bry, who stood grinning beside him.
“Did I ever teach you to steal, sir?” he demanded, sternly.
“Takin’ gold from robbers ain’t stealin’,” replied the black, in a calm tone.
“What robbers?”