human
Come along, Byles, he cried,
gpt
Hunting! echoed bold Billy;
human
A nigger-driver and his master, answered Mr. Thornton.
gpt
Lewis, the trader, bought, last night, all Aunt Bab's servants, notwithstanding our caveat against it; and we must catch him ere he gets to the state-line, or we may have trouble.
human
Tally ho! cried Billy Byles.
gpt
We'll give him a chase. You ride on. I'll rouse the country as we go, and join you in five minutes. There's Toliver, and Turner, and Sam Hicks, and Whitehead and his son, all close to the road, men always ready for action; and these fellows will show fight, depend upon it. Stop at the cross road just on this side of Jerusalem.
human
No, no, said Mr. Thornton;
gpt
Oh, warrants! Damn warrants! responded Billy Byles,
human
I am always my own warrant. But go on; I'll come, and not keep you.