“I wanted to find out if we were on the right road, that was all. But I can find out elsewhere.”
“Whar’s yo’ wagon?”
“Over on the road,” and Matt waved his hand in the direction.
“Gwine to leave Easton?” questioned the second colored man.
“Yes.”
No sooner had Matt made the reply than the three colored men glanced at each other, and the ringleader whispered to his companions.
“See yeah, yo’ ain’t gwine befo’ we is squar’ wid yo’!” he cried, as he caught Matt by the arm.
“Let go of me!” exclaimed the young auctioneer. “I won’t stand being molested!”
“We’ll see about dat!” cried the second colored man, and he also caught hold of Matt.