human
I went an' got my hoss, said Mr. Sanders,
gpt
Sit on the sofa, Cephas. Have a chair, William, and tell us about your blind idea.
human
Ef you'll promise not to laugh, Mr. Sanders stipulated.
gpt
You know Mrs. Ab's sayin' that ef the old sow knowed she was swallerin' a tree ev'ry time she crunched an acorn, she'd grunt a heap louder'n she does: well, I know what I'm fixin' for to swaller, and you won't hear much loud gruntin' from me.
human
Well, we are ready to hear from you,
gpt
I tell you how it is, said Mr. Sanders:
human
The riddle is how to git a message to Gabriel; I could git the Captain thar to take it, but the Captain will have as much as he can attend to, an' for that matter, so have I. Wi' this riddle I'm overcrapped. Sence I left here, I've gone over the whole matter in my mind, ef you can call it a mind. I could go down thar myself, an' I'd be glad to, but could I git to have a private talk wi' Gabriel? I reckon not.
gpt
I hardly think the scheme would work. My impression is that orders have been issued from Atlanta for these young men to be isolated. If that is so they can hold communication with no one but the sentinel on duty, or the officer who has charge of them. They are to be treated as felons, though nothing has been proved against them. I am not sure, but I think that is the programme.
human
That is about what I thought, said Mr. Sanders,