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from her chamber window alternately laughed and wondered,- not without some inkling of what lay at the bottom of all this confusion. At last, about twelve o’clock, Sam appeared triumphant, mounted on Jerry, with Haley’s horse by his side, reeking with sweat, but with flashing eyes and di- lated nostrils, showing that the spirit of freedom had not yet entirely subsided. “He’s cotched!” he exclaimed, triumphantly. “If’t hadn’t been for me, they might a-bust theirselves, all on ‘em; but I cotched him!” “You!” growled Haley, in no amiable mood. “If it hadn’t been for you, this never would have happened.” “Lord bless us, Mas’r,” said Sam, in a tone of the deepest concern, “and me that has been racin’ and chasin’ till the sweat jest pours off me!” “Well, well!” said Haley, “you’ve lost me near three hours, with your cursed nonsense. Now let’s be off, and have no more fooling.” “Why, Mas’r,” said Sam, in a deprecating tone, “I believe you mean to kill us all clar, horses and all. Here we are all just ready to drop down, and the critters all in a reek of sweat. Why, Mas’r won’t think of startin’ on now till arter dinner. Mas’r’s hoss wants rubben down; see how he splashed hisself; and Jerry limps too; don’t think Missis would be willin’ to have us start dis yer way, nohow. Lord bless you, Mas’r, we can ketch up, if we do stop. ‘Lizy never was no great of a walker.” |
