Now," he continued, "I must leave you here, 'cause I don't want to let any one know dat I's been away from de plantation.
You must cross dis creek, and foller dat road," pointing to a narrow, well-beaten bridle-path on the opposite bank, "an' dat will lead you straight to de Red Ribber.

You must keep a good watch, now, 'cause you'll h'ar something 'fore long dat'll make you wish you had nebber been born.

I's heered it often, an' I knows what it is.

Good-by; an' de Lor' bress an' protect you;" and, before Frank could speak, Pomp had disappeared.
Alone! The young hero had never before comprehended the full meaning of that single word, as he did now.

Alone, in an almost unbroken forest, which was filled with enemies, who were thirsting for his blood; with no one to whom he could go for advice or assistance.