In his hands he carried a small bundle done up in a colored handkerchief and on this guilty piece of baggage Uncle Billy's eye immediately fastened with an angry frown.
"Whar you gwine ?" demanded Uncle Billy, with an accusing finger trembling at the bundle.
The younger man made no reply.
"Hear _me_ ?" the elder demanded again in rising tones of severity.
"Ain't you got no tongue in yo' haid?
Whar you gwine ?" Shifting from one foot to the other the younger man finally broke away from Uncle Billy's eye and tried to pass him by.
"Den _I'll_ tell you whar you gwine," shouted Uncle Billy, furious at last.

"You's runnin' 'way to de Yankees, dat's whar you gwine." At this too truthful thrust Jeems Henry saw that further deceit would be futile and he faced Uncle Billy with sullen resentment.
"An' s'posin' I _is_--wat den ?" "Den you's a thief," retorted Uncle Billy with dismayingly quick wit.
"Dat's what you is--a _thief_." "I _ain'_ no thief," Jeems Henry refuted stubbornly, "_I_ ain' stole nothin'." "You is too," and Uncle Billy's forefinger began to shake in the other's face.

"You's stealin' a _nigger_!" "What dat ?" and Jeems Henry's eyes opened wide with amazement.

"What you talkin' 'bout ?" "Talkin' 'bout _you_," replied Uncle Billy, sharper than ever.

"Dey say a nigger's wuth a thousan' dollars.