at once put his arm round her waist. "Keep your distance, sar! You only poor foretopman. Dis good daddy help me along fust."
Thus speaking, she clung stoutly to Bottle-Jack, and proceeded to guide the party up the mountain along a path that she assured them was known but to few of the negroes themselves, and avoided even by these, as being the resort of Jumbo and several other evil spirits much dreaded by the slaves. Of such supernatural terrors, she was good enough to inform them, they need have no fear, for that Jumbo and his satellites were fully occupied to-night in assisting the "bobbery" taking place all over the island; and that even were they at leisure they would never approach a party in the centre of which was walking such an angel of light as Ma'amselle Cerise.
