"No, sar!" The man shook his head.
"To some one up there!" went on the young inventor, waving his hand toward the spot where he had seen the face in the rock.
"Me speak to roof? No, sar!" Serato laughed.
Tom did not know what to believe.
"You hear me tell um lazy man to much hurry," the Indian went on. "Me not know you sleep there, sar!"
"Oh, all right," Tom said, recollecting that he must keep up his disguise. "Maybe I was dreaming."
"Yes, sar," and the foreman hurried on, with a backward glance over his shoulder.
"Now was I dreaming or not?" thought Tom. "I'm going to have a look at that place though, where I saw Waddington's face. Or did I imagine it?"
He got a long pole and a powerful flash lamp, and when he had a chance, unobserved, he poked around in the vicinity where he had seen the face.
But there was only solid rock.