“Hold on, Parker,” says the other man, “here’s a twenty to put on the board for me. Goodbye, boy; you do as Mr. Parker told you, and you’ll be all right.”

“That’s so, my boy⁠—goodbye, goodbye. If you see any runaway niggers you get help and nab them, and you can make some money by it.”

“Goodbye, sir,” says I; “I won’t let no runaway niggers get by me if I can help it.”