'Sam? Oh, he's the runaway the Colonel has advertised.'
'Yas, sar, he'm 'way now more'n a monfh.'
'How can Scip find him?'
'Dunno, sar. Scipio know most ebery ting,—reckon he'll track him. He know him well, and Sam'll cum back ef he say he orter.'
'Where do you think Sam is?'
'P'raps in the swamp.'
'Where is the swamp?'
''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 debil cudn't fine him, nor de dogs nudder.'