"Well, you get all the enjoyment you can out of it now, for mind I tell you if I catch you meddling with him again—"

"Meddling with who?" Tom says, dropping his smile, and looking surprised.

"With who? Why, the runaway nigger, of course. Who'd you reckon?"
TOM ROSE SQUARE UP IN BED.

Tom looks at me very grave, and says:

"Tom, didn't you just tell me he was all right? Hasn't he got away?"

"Him?" says Aunt Sally; "the runaway nigger ? 'Deed he hasn't. They've got him back, safe and sound, and he's in that cabin again, on bread and water, and loaded down with chains, till he's claimed or sold!"