"
"Well, I'se tink it out," put in Chunk, decidedly; "en I'se able to
wuk fer you en me too."
"You mighty peart, Chunk, co'tin' a gal lie a bean-pole a'ready. I
reck'n she spen' all you eber mek. You bettah boos' de Linkum man
into dat ar lof sud'n, kase ef Marse Perkins cotch 'im yere we all
ain' feelin' berry good bimeby."
"Dat ar truer'n preachin'," admitted Chunk, with alacrity. "Des you
tek hol' ob dem ladder rouns, mars'r, an' put yo' foots on my
sho'lers. Dat's hit. Nobody tink ob fin'in' you yere. I'se study how
ter git yo' hoss out of sight 'gin mawnin'."
"You stand by me, Chunk," said the soldier, "and you won't be sorry.
There's a lot of us coming this way soon, and I can be a good friend
of yours and all your people if you help me out of this scrape."
"I'se gwine ter stan' by you, boss. I'se mek up my min' ter be free
dis time, sho! Hi! w'at dat?"
He was wonderfully agile, for his arms were nearly as long as his
legs. In an instant he descended, drawing a trap-door after him.
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