o are you?" exclaimed Jack, the truth breaking oh him.

"Alick--Terence," they answered.

"Oh, capital! just what I should have thought you'd have done, if I had
fancied it possible," said Jack. "Then let's stop and fight them."

"No, no," said Wasser, "too many men come to fight. Run on, run on!"
His advice was evidently the wisest, so run they did, and at a very
great rate too. It was clear that by some means or other the sentry had
made himself heard. He probably did not describe, in the most
complimentary of terms, the people by whom he had been knocked down,
gagged, and bound. Some horrible fetish had done it, that of course he
believed and asserted. The blacks must have thought that their town was
attacked, and very quickly tumbled up from their beds (they had not many
clothes to don) and flew to their arms. Shots were heard in different
quarters, and the previous stillness of the night was rudely broken by
shouting and hallooing of men, barking of dogs, and crying of children,
and screaming of women to each other to inquire what it was all about.
The noise, however, was not a thing to be much-dreaded. It showed that
the negroes were awake, but it was also pretty evident that they had not
yet begun the pursuit, so Jack and his companions thought. Wasser led
them back into the chief pathway up the hill. There was no other by
which they could reach the boat. They had, therefore, to pass very
close again to the principal gate of the city. There was a great chance
of their being seen as they did so. There was no help for it, so on
they dashed. Never had any of them ran faster in their lives, for they
were running for their lives. Down the hill they went. They heard a
shout; some men were rushing out of the gate of the city in pursuit.

"On, on--mans come--neber fear," cried Wasser.

"I should think not," observed Jack, but he did not slacken his speed.
Their pursuers came on at a great rate. They knew the ground and their
feet were accustomed to it. Alick and Paddy found theirs hurt horribly,
while Jack, having on shoes, could not run as fast as the negroes. It
was a long way to the boat. Happily, however, the path wound about a
good deal, or probably their pursuers, who had arms, would have fired,
that is to say, if the arms had locks and were loaded--slight points in
which negro soldiers are not always very particular. Luckily they had
to go down the hill instead of up it. At length they rea