"'Bout ten mile from har."
"Oh, yes! the shingles are cut there. I should think a runaway would be discovered where so many men are at work."
"No, massa, dar'm places dar whar de ole debble cudn't fine him, nor de dogs nudder."
"I thought the bloodhounds would track a man anywhere."
"Not fru de water, massa; dey lose de scent in de swamp."
"But how can a man live there—how get food?"
"De darkies dat work dar take 'em nuff."
"Then the other negroes know where the runaways are; don't they sometimes betray them?"
"Neber, massa; a darky neber tells on anoder. De Cunnel had a boy in dat swamp once good many years."
"Is it possible! Did he come back?"