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? ? ? ? "How do you come to be here, Jim, and how'd you get here?"

? ? ? ? He looked pretty uneasy, and didn't say nothing for a minute. Then he says:

? ? ? ? "Maybe I better not tell."

? ? ? ? "Why, Jim?"

? ? ? ? "Well, dey's reasons. But you wouldn' tell on me ef I 'uz to tell you, would you, Huck?"

? ? ? ? "Blamed if I would, Jim."

? ? ? ? "Well, I b'lieve you, Huck. I- I run off."

? ? ? ? "But mind, you said you wouldn't tell- you know you said you wouldn't tell, Huck."

? ? ? ? "Well, I did. I said I wouldn't, and I'll stick to it. Honest injun I will. People would call me a low down Abolitionist and despise me for keeping mum- but that don't make no difference. I ain't agoing to tell, and I ain't agoing back there anyways. So now, le's know all about it."

? ? ? ? "Well, you see, it' uz dis way. Ole Missus- dat's Miss Watson- she pecks on me all de time, en treats me pooty rough, but she awluz said she wouldn' sell me down to Orleans.


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