De Banyan was not disposed to answer any unnecessary questions, and again spurred on his horse.
“See here, massa!” shouted the negro.
“What do you want?” asked De Banyan impatiently; for, being a Southerner himself, he had no particular respect for the negro race.
“Don’t go down dar, massa.”
“Why not?”
“Git cotched if you do, massa,” said the man with an expressive grin. “De sodgers on de horses is down dar arter you.”
“How do you know they are after us, you black rascal?”
“Kase dey ax dis chile if he see two men, one ob ’em dressed like de ’federate ossifer, and de odder a Yank. Dis nigger didn’t see no sich pussons den; but, golly, sees um now fur sartin. You done git cotched as shore as you was born, massa, if you go down dar.”
“Where shall we go, then?”
“Dunno, massa; but you mustn’t be seen gwine down dar.”