My hiding place happened to be between two workshops, where there were men at work within six or eight feet of me.

I could imagine that I heard them talking about me, and at other times thought I heard the footsteps of Daniel Lane in close pursuit.

But I retained my position there until 9 or 10 o'clock at night, without being discovered; after which I attempted to find my way out, which was exceedingly difficult.

The night being very dark, in a strange city, among slaveholders and slave hunters, to me it was like a person entering a wilderness among wolves and vipers, blindfolded.

I was compelled from necessity to enter this place for refuge under the most extraordinary state of excitement, without regard to its geographical position.