"Don't you play nothing on me, because I wouldn't on you. Honest injun, now, you ain't a ghost?"
"Honest injun, I ain't," I says.
"Well—I—I—well, that ought to settle it, of course; but I can't somehow seem to understand it, no way. Looky here: warn't you ever murdered at all?"
"No. I warn't ever murdered at all—I played it on them. You come in here and feel of me if you don't believe me."
So he done it, and it satisfied him; and he was that glad to see me again, he didn't know what to do. And he wanted to know all about it right off; because it was a grand adventure, and mysterious, and so it hit him where he lived. But I said, leave it alone till by-and-by; and told his driver to wait, and we drove off a little piece, and I told him the kind of a fix I was in, and what did he reckon we better do? He said, let him alone a minute, and don't disturb him. So he thought and thought, and pretty soon he says:
"It's all right, I've got it. Take my trunk in your wagon, and let on it's your'n; and you turn back and fool along slow, so as to get to the house about the time you ought to; and I'll go towards town a piece, and take a fresh start, and get there a quarter or a half an hour after you; and you needn't let on to know me, at first."
I says:
"All right; but wait a minute. There's one more thing—a thing that nobody don't know but me. And that is, there's a nigger here that I'm a trying to steal out of slavery—and his name is Jim—old Miss Watson's Jim."
He says:
"What! Why Jim is—"
He stopped, and went to studying. I says:
"I know what you'll say. You'll say it's dirty low-down business; but what if it is?—I'm low down; and I'm agoing
