The only other occupant of the cave was a negro boy of about fourteen or fifteen years of age, known by the name of Black Bill.
He seemed to be a simple, half-witted, harmless fellow, and assisted Lightfoot in doing the drudgery about the place.
"What have you got in your basket, Lightfoot?" asked Captain Flint.
"Wine," replied the Indian.
"Away with your wine," said the captain; "we must have something stronger than that. Give us some brandy; some fire-water. Where's Black Bill?" he continued.
"In de kitchen fixin' de fire," said Lightfoot.
"All right, let him heat some water," said the captain; "and now, boys, we'll make a night of it," he said, turning to his men.
The place here spoken of by Lightfoot as the kitchen, was a recess of several feet in the side of the cave, at the back of which was a crevice or fissure in the rock, extending to the outside of the mountain.
This crevice formed a natural chimney through which the smoke could escape from the fire that was kindled under it.
The water was soon heated, the table was covered with bottles, decanters and glasses of the costliest manufacture. Cold meats of different kinds, and an infinite variety of fruits were produced, and the feasting commenced.