He's a runaway--I guess.

Been here these three or four years.
Squire likes him because he's clever about breaking colts." "Indeed!" "He's a lazy nigger, sir; ought to be sent back where he belongs." "What is his name?
I suppose he can shave me." "Calls himself Josiah," said Peter.

"Mighty poor barber--cut my face last time he shaved me.

You see, he's lost two fingers--makes him awkwarder." "What! what!" said Grey, of a sudden reflecting, "two fingers--" "Know him ?" said Lamb quickly.
"I--no--Do you suppose I know every runaway nigger ?" "Oh, of course not.

Might I ask your name, sir ?" "I am a cousin of Mrs.Penhallow.My name is Grey." Peter became cautious and silent.