? ? ? ? He looked kinder bothered, and stood there with his bills fluttering on his arm, thinking, and wrinkling up his forehead. At last he says:
? ? ? ? "I'll tell you something. We got to be here three days. If you'll promise you won't blow, and won't let the nigger blow, I'll tell you where to find him."
? ? ? ? So I promised, and he says:
? ? ? ? "A farmer by the name of Silas Ph-" and then he stopped. You see he started to tell me the truth; but when he stopped, that way, and begun to study and think agin, I reckoned he was changing his mind. And so he was. He wouldn't trust me; he wanted to make sure of having me out of the way the whole three days. So pretty soon he says: "The man that bought him is named Abram Foster- Abram G. Foster- and he lives forty mile back here in the country, on the road to Lafayette."
? ? ? ? "All right," I says, "I can walk it in three days. And I'll start this very afternoon."
? ? ? ? "No, you won't, you'll start now; and don't lose any time about it, neither, nor do any gabbling by the way.
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