"
"Ole mars'r tinks he own 'im, en he des a yellin' fer 'im. De
oberseer hollerin', too, en de lil niggahs runnin' yere, dar, en
yander lookin' fer 'im. Yere one ob um now."
With new and direful forebodings Aun' Jinkey declared loudly: "I
doan know what he be. He ain' say not'n ter me 'bout gwine anywhar."
Uttering an angry and contemptuous exclamation, Zany sped back, and,
with a scared look, said to Miss Lou, "Aun' Jinkey 'clar she dunno
not'n 'bout Chunk's doin's. Ef she ain' foolin' me, I des belebe
he's runned away."
At these tidings and at this suggestion the young girl was almost
distracted. She went instantly to the cabin, supposing that it would
soon be searched.
"Mammy!" she exclaimed, "where's Chunk?"
"Fo' de Lawd, honey, I doan know. I des gwine all ter pieces wid de
goin's on."
"But people will be here looking. Is he up there?" asked the girl in
a whisper.
"No, he des lit out two hour ago, en he guv me dis" (showing the
money), "en say he see me agin. I'se feared he'n Chunk gwine off
togeder.
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