“Me no know, ma’am,” answered Jack.
“And where are the servants?”
“Me no know, ma’am,” again answered Jack.
“Rummage the house, you simpleton,” said Mrs. Willmington, and lighted him the way to the other parts. Jack went cautiously, and turned his head round in all directions.
They entered another room. “Garamighty! Jim, dey tie you, too,” exclaimed Jack, as his eyes alighted upon the “Jim” who was exactly in the same predicament from which Jack himself had but a short time ago been delivered.
The only intimation of intelligence that Jim could make was, rolling his eyes about.
All the apartments were now searched, and the servants were found, one here, the other there, among them. They said that they were all simultaneously laid hold of by a number of “panioles,” and were gagged, bound hand and foot, and deposited separately in the different rooms.
“And where is your master; and your young master?” asked Mrs. Willmington.
“Dey carry old massa away pon their shoulders, ma’am, and dey took young massa up-stairs.”