"On a sandbank," remarked Mr. Fullalove sarcastically.
"And I'll give a five-dollar bill to know which way he went," said young Gossett, paying no attention to gibe or sarcasm.
"Plank down your money!" exclaimed Mr. Fullalove.
The young man pulled a bill from his pocket, unrolled it, and held it in his hand.
"He went the way the wind blow'd! Gi' me the money," said Mr. Fullalove solemnly.
Whereat the young men laughed loudly, but not louder than Mr. Fullalove.
"Some of your low-wines must have slipped down your goozle," remarked George Gossett somewhat resentfully.
Later, when the young men were patrolling the plantations in a vain search for Aaron, their leader remarked:—
"The nigger that old Fullalove saw was pap's runaway."