"Gorra mighty!" said the latter, in a hurried, husky whisper, "where am de cussed niggers? Heigh, Miss Rosa?"
"Keep quiet," she replied, "or you will be heard."
"Dat's just what I wants to be, and I calkilates I'll be felt too, if dar are any of 'em 'bout."
"Stay here a moment," said George, "while I look out. Rosalind, what did you see?"
"A body approaching the house from the woods. Be careful and do not expose yourself, George."
He made no answer and entered her room, followed by herself and the negro, who remained at a safe distance, while he cautiously approached the window. He had no more than reached it, when Zeb asked:
This question was repeated perhaps a dozen times without an answer, when the patience of Zeb becoming exhausted, he shuffled to the window and pressed his head forward, exclaiming:
"Gorra mighty, whar am dey?"
"Hist! there is one now--yes, two of them!"