Caesar vanished from the room, and drew a bolt
of the outer door.
The fall of the soldier was not great, and recovering his feet, he
turned his fury for a moment on his prisoner. To scale the window in the
face of such an enemy, was, however, impossible, and on trial he found
the main entrance barred.
His comrade now called loudly upon him for aid, and forgetful of
everything else, the discomfited trooper rushed to his assistance. One
horse was instantly liberated, but the other was already fastened to the
saddle of a Cowboy, and the four retired behind the building, cutting
furiously at each other with their sabers, and making the air resound
with their imprecations. Caesar threw the outer door open, and pointing
to the remaining horse, that was quietly biting the faded herbage of the
lawn, he exclaimed,--
"Run--now--run--Massa Harry, run."
"Yes," cried the youth as he vaulted into the saddle, "now, indeed, my
honest fellow, is the time to run." He beckoned hastily to his father,
who stood at the window in speechless anxiety, with his hands extended
towards his child in the attitude of benediction, and adding, "God bless
you, Caesar, salute the girls," he dashed through the gate with the
rapidity of lightning.
The African watched him with anxiety as he gained the highway, saw him
incline to the right, and riding furiously under the brow of some rocks,
which on that side rose perpendicularly, disappear behind a projection,
which soon hid him from view.
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