Onliest time a nigger sees co'n whisky's when he's totin' it fo' some one else." "I reckon a nigger's fool enough without corn whisky," said Hannibal.
They mounted a flight of stairs and passed down a narrow hall.

This brought them to the back of the building, and Eph pushed open the door on his right.
"This heah's yo' chamber," he said, and preceding his companion into the room, placed the candle on a chair.
"Well--I low I clean forgot something!" cried Hannibal.
"If it's yo' bundle and yo' gun, I done fotched 'em up heah and laid 'em on yo' bed," said Eph, preparing' to withdraw.
"I certainly am obliged to you," said Hannibal, and with a good night, Eph retired, closing the door after him, and the boy heard the patter of his bare feet as he scuttled down the hall.
The moon was rising and Hannibal went to the open window and glanced out.

His room overlooked the back yard of the inn and a neglected truck patch.

Starting from a point beyond the truck patch and leading straight away to the woodland beyond was a fenced lane, with the corn-field and the pasture-lot on either hand.

Immediately below his window was the steeply slanting roof of a shed.