“Well, I declare!” exclaimed Alden excitedly, turning to his companion; “that beats all creation!”
“What do ye now mean?” inquired the veteran.
“What’s become of Jethro?”
Strange that during all this time no one had noticed the absence of the colored lad, but he had been missing for more than an hour.
“What do you think has become of him?” asked Alden.
“Dunno, and can’t say I keer; the best use we kin put him to is to slip a yoke over his neck and let one of the oxen take a rest.”
There may have been some justice in these rough sentiments, but Alden could not dismiss the matter thus. Despite Jethro’s cowardice, his master felt a strong affection for him. They had been companions from early boyhood, and the African showed a dog-like regard for his master. He would willingly go hungry or suffer pain for his sake, though he drew the line at Indians.
Noticing the distress of the youth. Shagbark, with more consideration in his voice, asked:
“When did ye see him last?”
