"Hi! he des feared
of sleepin' in de dark, en dat can'le bu'n all night!" Gliding a few
steps nearer brought to the quick ear a resounding snore,
accompanied with a warning growl from, the bloodhound. "I des fix
'em bof fo' I froo," and the brawny hand clutched with greater force
the heavy club it carried.
"Nex', some dem fellers mus' be tole ter he'p," and Chunk crept away
to the quarters. It was an easy task to waken and enlist Jute, well
known to be one of the most disaffected and fearless among the
hands. The two started off to a grove which none could approach
without being seen, and had a long whispered consultation. As a
result, Jute returned to the quarters and brought back three others
whom he knew would enter into the schemes on foot. By midnight Chunk
had six of the braver and more reckless spirits among the slaves
bound to him by such uncouth oaths as he believed would hold them
most strongly. Then they returned to their cabins while the chief
conspirator (after again reconnoitring the overseer's cottage)
sought the vicinity of his granny's home.
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