“Well, den, Massa Injun, if you must go, step light, or we’ll gib Massa Warren de alarm. He’s as quick eared as a rabbit; dat he am. And he may shoot us both afore we know; dat is, if he ’spects you am coming after de gal.”
With this caution, to which his companion silently agreed, they skirted the mound to its extreme end, where it seemed to terminate abruptly in a deep chasm.
Once there, Crookleg threw himself upon the ground, motioning the Indian to do the same.
Nelatu complied, still watching for any movement of betrayal on the part of his guide.
With a stealthy hand the negro parted the bushes, and signed to the young man to look through the opening.
He did so.
Before his eyes was the entrance of a cave or grotto.
Inside the entrance a pine-torch, stuck in the ground, illumined a portion of the interior.
The light was obscured by the bushes, and it was only when these were parted that it became visible.
Inside the grotto was Sansuta. She was reposing upon a bed of moss.