Now what nigger is responsible ?" He looked about at the circle of dark faces, flashing the light on them, and such was the accusation and anger in his eyes, that all eyes fell before his or looked away.
"If only the pup could speak," he complained.

"He'd tell who it was." He bent suddenly down to Jerry, who was standing as close against his legs as he could, so close that his wet forepaws rested on Skipper's bare feet.
"You know 'm, Jerry, you known the black fella boy," he said, his words quick and exciting, his hand moving in questing circles toward the blacks.
Jerry was all alive on the instant, jumping about, barking with short yelps of eagerness.
"I do believe the dog could lead me to him," Van Horn confided to the mate.

"Come on, Jerry, find 'm, sick 'm, shake 'm down.

Where is he, Jerry?
Find 'm.

Find 'm." All that Jerry knew was that Skipper wanted something.