"They could not have chosen a better place for us to surprise them," said Will as he hurried on with the negro.
"No, massa, dat am so, and I awful glad I cum with you, for maybe I git suthin' out o' dis scrimmage," returned Hercules.
"You shall, Hercules, and I hope it will be gold rather than lead."
"I don't want no lead, massa," and, Hercules picked up a stick, to serve as a club, as they went along.
Soon they came to the end of the ravine, and, creeping up to the top of the bank, Will looked over. He quickly drew back his head, for the two men were not sixty feet from him, standing behind a clump of bushes on the edge of the road.
"You see um, massa?" whispered Hercules.
"Yes; and Mr. Lomax is already coming, and, but a couple of hundred yards away;" and Will took from his pocket a small revolver, but of large calibre, and glanced at it carefully.
"Now I'll watch, Hercules, and you be ready to run out with me."
"Yas, massa."