"How shall we ever find our way?" inquired Purley who, fatigued and half
famished, was ready to sink with exhaustion.
"Do you see that then gabble ind stickin' up through the trees?"
inquired the boy.
"Yes, I see it!"
"Well, him and her is in there?"
"Are you sure?" inquired Purley, anxiously.
"Here I is, Marster! If him and her ar'n't in there, here I is in your
power, and you may skin me alive!"
"All right!" exclaimed Purley, and dismounting from his horse, he
advanced towards the thicket, followed by Munson and the negro boy.