"No, Sir, it's quite possible--more than possible.

It's certain.

I'll lay my life he's gone.

Come with me to the Condemned Hold directly, and, if I find my fears confirmed, I'll--" He was here interrupted by the sudden entrance of the black, who rushed precipitately into the room, letting fall the heavy bunch of keys in his fright.
"O Massa Ireton! Massa Wild!" ejaculated Caliban, "Shack Sheppart gone!" "Gone?
you black devil!--Gone ?" cried Ireton.
"Iss, Massa.

Caliban sarch ebery hole in de place, but Shack no dere.
Only him big hoss padlock--noting else." "I knew it," rejoined Wild, with concentrated rage; "and he escaped you all, in broad day, before your faces.