De way I heerd 'em tell, dey got snagged in de dark, an' den drifted ashore at de lower pine.

Wanderin' 'round, dey stumbled on Sikes, an', soon as he heard de story, he just hitched up, an' drove over whar we were.

Took him 'bout three hours, Ah reckon, an' 'long de road one ov his hosses wint lame." "And--and what then ?" I asked breathlessly, glancing about to assure myself no one had appeared on deck, as she paused.

"They got away ?" "'Cept fer de free nigger, de rest ov 'em started cross kintry fer Beardstown, sah.

De nigger Pete, he didn't go, fer he'd made up his min' fer ter git bac' hom' ter ol' Missurry de furst chanst he got.