? ? ? ? "Set her loose, Jim, we're all right, now!"
? ? ? ? But there warn't no answer, and nobody come out of the wigwam. Jim was gone! I set up a shout- and then another one; and run this way and that in the woods, whooping and screeching; but it warn't no use- old Jim was gone. Then I set down and cried; I couldn't help it. But I couldn't set still long. Pretty soon I went out on the road, trying to think what I better do, and I run across a boy walking, and asked him if he'd seen a strange nigger dressed so and so, and he says:
? ? ? ? "Yes."
? ? ? ? "Whereabouts?" says I.
? ? ? ? "Down to Silas Phelps's place, two miles below here. He's a runaway nigger, and they've got him. Was you looking for him?"
? ? ? ? "You bet I ain't! I run across him in the woods about an hour or two ago, and he said if I hollered he'd cut my livers out- and told me to lay down and stay where I was; and I done it. Been there ever since; afeard to come out."
? ? ? ? "Well," he says, "you needn't be afeard no more, becuz they've got him.
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