? ? ? ? "It's a good job they got him."
? ? ? ? "Well, I reckon! There two hundred dollars reward on him. It's like picking up money out'n the road."
? ? ? ? "Yes, it is- and I could a had it if I'd been big enough; I see him first. Who nailed him?"
? ? ? ? "It was an old fellow- a stranger- and he sold out his chance in him for forty dollars, becuz he's got to go up the river and can't wait. Think o' that, now! You bet I'd wait, if it was seven year."
? ? ? ? "That's me, every time," says I. "But maybe his chance ain't worth no more than that, if he'll sell it so cheap. Maybe there's something ain't straight about it."
? ? ? ? "But it is, though- straight as a string. I see the handbill myself. It tells all about him, to a dot- paints him like a picture, and tells the plantation he's frum, below Newrleans. No-siree-bob, they ain't no trouble 'bout that speculation, you bet you. Say, gimme a chaw tobacker, won't ye?"
? ? ? ? I didn't have none, so he left. I went to the raft, and set down in the wigwam to think.
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