CHAPTER XVII.
IN about a minute somebody spoke out of a window without putting his head out, and says: "Be done, boys! Who's there ?" I says: "It's me." "Who's me ?" "George Jackson, sir." "What do you want ?" "I don't want nothing, sir.

I only want to go along by, but the dogs won't let me." "What are you prowling around here this time of night for--hey ?" "I warn't prowling around, sir, I fell overboard off of the steamboat." "Oh, you did, did you?
Strike a light there, somebody.

What did you say your name was ?" "George Jackson, sir.

I'm only a boy." "Look here, if you're telling the truth you needn't be afraid--nobody'll hurt you.

But don't try to budge; stand right where you are.