He did not recognize in him any one he had ever seen before, and being of a sullen and taciturn nature, especially with strangers, he seemed in no hurry to give the desired information as to Colonel Zane's whereabouts.
"Don't stare at me that way, you damn nigger," said Clarke, who was used to being obeyed by negroes.

"Quick, you idiot.

Where is the Colonel ?" At that moment Colonel Zane came out of the barn and started to speak, when Clarke interrupted him.
"Colonel, I have just pulled a man out of the river who says his name is Zane, or if he did not mean that, he knows you, for he surely said 'Zane.'" "What!" ejaculated the Colonel, letting his pipe fall from his mouth.
Clarke related the circumstances in a few hurried words.

Calling Sam they ran quickly down to the river, where they found the prostrate figure as Clarke had left it, the dog still crouched close by.
"My God! It is Isaac!" exclaimed Colonel Zane, when he saw the white face.

"Poor boy, he looks as if he were dead.