? ? ? ? That was the order I wanted, and that was the one I played for. I wanted to be left free to work my plans.
? ? ? ? "So clear out," he says; "and can tell Mr. Foster whatever you want to. Maybe you can get him to believe that Jim is your nigger- some idiots don't require documents- leastways I've heard there's such down South here. And when you tell him the handbill and the reward's bogus, maybe he'll believe you when you explain to him what the idea was for getting 'em out. Go 'long, now, and tell him anything you want to; but mind you don't work your jaw any between here and there."
? ? ? ? So I left, and struck for the back country. I didn't look around, but I kinder felt like he was watching me. But I knowed I could tire him out at that. I went straight out in the country as much as a mile, before I stopped; then I doubled back through the woods towards Phelps's. I reckoned I better start in on my plan straight off, without fooling around, because I wanted to stop Jim's mouth till these fellows could get away.
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