I drew up and waited for them.
"Hello, boys!" I called.

"What's become of Mose ?" "Dat's moh 'n I can say, Mista Ahnold," one of the men returned.

"We waited foh him a powe'ful while, but it 'pears like he's 'vaporated.

I reckon he's took to de woods an' is gwine to walk home.

Dat Cat-Eye Mose, he's monstrous fond ob walkin'!" I do not know why this incident should have aroused my own anxiety, but I pushed on to the plantation with a growing feeling of uneasiness.
Nothing had been seen of either the Colonel or Mose, Solomon informed me, but he added with an excited rolling of his eyes: "Marse Rad, he come back nearly an hour ago an' stomp roun' like he mos' crazy, an' den went out to de gahden." I followed him and found him sitting in the summer house with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
"What's the matter, Rad ?" I cried in alarm.