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"Sim has run away, and if you want to know where he has gone, you must ask some one besides me," I added. "There! that will do," interposed the captain, sternly. "You may go and harness the horse." While I was hitching Darky to the post, I saw Barkspear leave the store, and I do not think he obtained much sympathy from Captain Fishley.
I was working in the garden, and when I saw Mis' Barkspear go out to the barn to look for eggs, I went into the house. In the buttery I found a piece of cold b'iled pork, about as big as one of my fists it was a pretty large piece! and four cold taters. I eat the pork and taters all up, and felt better. That's what I wanted to see you for." "Why did you quit work?"
She had company, and I was safe enough as long as the senator remained. My woes would come as soon as he departed; but I hoped to have the raft ready for a movement by that time. Supper was not on the table, and I went into the store to see if the mail was ready. Mr. Barkspear was there, engaged in telling Captain Fishley that his good-for-nothing "help" had run away and left him.
"Hev you seen anything of Sim Gwynn?" said Mr. Barkspear, turning to me as I entered the store. That was a hard question, and I decided not to pay any attention to it. I asked Ham if the mail was ready to go, and was hastening out to the barn to harness Darky, when Captain Fishley called me back.
"That means, I s'pose, that you have seen him," added Barkspear, in that peculiar whining tone which always indicates a mean, stingy man. I made no reply, for I had no idea of betraying Sim, on the one hand, or of lying, on the other. "Why don't you speak, Buck?" growled the captain. "I have seen him, and he has run away. That's all I have to say about it."
Goodridge. "That boy ran away from me," said the miserly farmer. "He didn't give me enough to eat," howled Sim. "He must go back and work for me till his time is out." "No, sir; he shall not," interposed the wealthy merchant. "You starved him, and the obligation, if there ever was any, is cancelled." "But I ought to have sunthin' for his time," whined Barkspear. "Not a cent;" and Mr.
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