[CHAPTER X]
AMOS BECOMES A SANCHO PANZA.
“Amos, we’re going traveling,” exclaimed Morey.
“Yo’ gwine run away?”
“I’m going to run away and you are going with me.”
“No, sah. I ain’t done no hahm. I ain’t skeered.”
“I’m not scared, exactly, but I’m going away. I am going to seek my fortune.” The boy smiled as he said it. Could he have seen the black boy’s face he would have been puzzled indeed.
“Wha’ dat yo’ sayin’, Marse Morey?”
“I’m going to leave this place; goin’ away to do something—to help myself.”
“Yo’ is skeered—da’s what.”