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A quarter of a mile through the woods brought me to the cabin of the old negress where Scip lodged. I rapped at the door, and was admitted by the old woman. Scip, nearly asleep, was lying on a pile of blankets in the corner. 'Are you mad? I said to him. 'The Colonel is frantic with rage, and swears he will kill you. You must be off at once. 'No, no, massa; neber fear; I knows him.
'How can Scip find him? 'Dunno, sar. Scipio know most ebery ting, reckon he'll track him. He know him well, and Sam'll cum back ef he say he orter. 'Where do you think Sam is? 'P'raps in the swamp. 'Where is the swamp? ''Bout ten mile from har. 'Oh, yes! the shingles are cut there. I should think a runaway would be discovered where so many men are at work.
All these preparations were made without interruption or discovery, and excepting a long ride which Scip made in the afternoon, ostensibly for the purpose of exercising his horse but really that he might again see the detectives who were acting as cowboys, the day wore along without any incident out of the ordinary way. The ranche was asleep.
I observed how they reproved them with suavity, chastised them with mercy, animated them with examples, incited them with rewards, and indulged them with prudence; and how they set before them the loathsomeness of vice and the beauty of virtue, so that abhorring the one and loving the other, they might achieve the end for which they were created. Scip.
That would be all very well if I were still in my pristine state of ignorance; but now that I bethink me of what I should have mentioned to you in the beginning of our conversation, I not only cease to wonder that I speak, but I am terrified at the thought of leaving off. Scip. Can you not tell me that something now that you recollect it? Berg.
This left Cummings and the Doctor alone. Glancing out the window they saw Moriarity gallop off, and a short distance behind Scip on his horse, following. "Where did you pick up that darkey, Doctor?" asked Cummings. "In St. Louis, about five years ago. He is a good one, faithful and brave, and will never squeal. He is just the man to help us on this new deal."
From all you have said, I am come to think and believe that all that has happened to us hitherto, and that is now happening, is a dream; but let us not therefore fail to enjoy this blessing of speech, and the great excellence of holding human discourse all the time we may; and so let it not weary you to hear me relate what befel me with the gipsies who hid me in the cave. Scip.
Barney, again repeating his statement that he would be there, loped his horse after some cattle that was straying too far off, and Chip, or rather Scip, stretching himself on the ground, awaited Moriarity's return.
Leaning forward, with the skill of an expert pickpocket, Scip drew the revolver from the holster on Cummings' saddle, and dropped it in the dry grass which bordered the trail. Watching his opportunity, he pushed his horse against Moriarity, and in the slight confusion caused by the collision, he managed to obtain Dan's revolver in the same way.
I was a good servant: they took a liking to me immediately; and I was never turned out, but dismissed myself, or, to speak more properly, I ran away; and sometimes I met with such a master, that but for the persecution of fortune I should have remained with him to this day. Scip. It was just in the same way that I got into the houses of the masters I served. It seems that we read men's thoughts.
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