human
Miss Bessy was dere, I'se sure, said the poor man.
gpt
Bob Thornton never shoot us for asking after her, if she warn't. She mayn't be dere now, for I dar say he send her away, 'case she saw all he do.
human
Then was it Robert Thornton himself who shot you? I asked.
gpt
I thought he was still too ill to move.
human
Ay, but he shot me himself, said the negro.
gpt
He came to de window in his dressing-gown, and leaned de gun on de chair. Ole Bill and de two Irishmen shot de others; but _he_ shot me. But hark'ee, mas'r, if you and sheriff don't find Miss Bessy, go right across de Swamp. He got de ole house dere--right across, mind, straight east. You find her dere, I tink. Dat's anoder State. He won't keep her in Virginny after what he hab done.
human
I cannot really let this go on, said Doctor Christy.
gpt
The poor man's life depends upon his being quiet.
human
Well, good-bye, Hercules, I said.
gpt
I will see you tomorrow.
human
Ah, you bring me word dat Miss Bessy found all safe, answered the wounded man.
gpt
Dat do me more good nor anything.