"Hope tisn't me."
"And hope tisn't me," burst from the lips of both of them, and to this my heart gave a fervent though silent echo.
"He is de one dat's bought Lindy," said old Nace, who now entered, "and Masser's gwine to sell some de rest ob yer."
"Why do yer say de rest ob yer? Why mayn't it be you?" asked Dan.
"Bekase he ain't gwine to sell me, ha! ha! I sarved him too long fur dat."
Ginsy and Sally came rushing in, frightened, like all the rest, exclaiming,
"Oh, we's in danger; a nigger-trader is talkin' wid master."
We had no time for prolonged speculation, for the voice of Mr. Peterkin was heard in the entry, and, throwing open the door, he entered, followed by Tompkins.
"Here's the gang, and a devilish good-lookin' set they is."
"Yes, but let me fust see the one I have bought."