? ? ? ? "What does that mean?" thought Rodney, who felt more curious than apprehensive.
? ? ? ? He soon learned.
? ? ? ? A curious looking negro, stunted in growth, for he was no taller than a boy of ten, came out from the interior and stood at the entrance of the cave, if such it was. His face was large and hideous, there was a hump on his back, and his legs were not a match, one being shorter than the other, so that as he walked, his motion was a curious one. He bent a scrutinizing glance on Rodney.
? ? ? ? "Well, Caesar, is dinner ready?" asked one of the men.
? ? ? ? "No, massa, not yet."
? ? ? ? "Let it be ready then as soon as possible. But first lead the way. We are coming in."
? ? ? ? He started ahead, leading the horse, for the entrance was high enough to admit the passage of the animal.
? ? ? ? "Push on!" said the other, signing to Rodney to precede him.
? ? ? ? Rodney did so, knowing remonstrance to be useless. His curiosity was excited. He wondered how long the passage was and whither it led.
? ? ? ? The way was dark, but here and there in niches was a kerosene lamp that faintly relieved the otherwise intense blackness.
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