will still be there

    "We will go over tomorrow and make an examination. Was there any one else who seemed to have a claim to the cave except the Dixons?"     "No. The negro, Caesar, will still be there, perhaps."     "We can easily get rid of him."     The next day the two friends went over to the cavern. Caesar was still there, but he had an unsettled, restless look, and seemed undecided what to do.     "What are you going to do, Caesar?" asked Pettigrew. "Are you going to stay here?"     "I don't know, massa. I don't want to lib here. I'm afraid I'll see the ghostes of my old massas. But I haven't got no money."     "If you had money where would you go?"     "I'd go to Chicago. I used to be a whitewasher, and I reckon I'd get work at my old trade."     "That's where you are sensible, Caesar. This is no place for you. Now I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you a hundred dollars, and you can go where you like. But I shall want you to go away at once."     "I'll go right off, massa," said Caesar, overjoyed. "I don't want to come here no more."     "Have you got anything belonging to you in the cave?"     "No, massa, only a little kit of clothes."     "Take them and go."     In fifteen minutes Caesar had bidden farewell to his home, and Rodney and Jefferson were left in sole possession of the cavern.     "Now, Mr. Pettigrew, come and let me show you what I saw. I hope I have made no mistake."