“Going my way!” said Calhoun, “I declare! And here's Bennie Cree with cramps in his legs and crimps in his chest, just waiting for you.”
“Why, get aboard,” cried Mr. Todd. “Get aboard.”
And presently we were riding comfortably, Calhoun beside Mr. Todd, and I on a bag behind that had something lumpy inside it.
“Mad, was he?” said Calhoun. “So as to miss his boat?”
“Not he. No, sir. But he went off r'arin' an' tearin' like he'd caught the Old Boy. He cer'nly did. He ac' rippanacious. He say you two Yanks fool him both ends, an' he'd plough up Vaginia an' sow grass seed but he'd get you. He did so.”
“Offered a reward, did he? Say, about a hundred apiece. Course, he isn't foolish. More, was it?”
“Jemima! How——”
Mr. Todd looked startled and suspicious.
“Left some of his men, too? Course he did. And if they catch us you don't get the reward. That's what's in it for you.”
“Hiop! No, that's so.”