"Bacchus," said Mr.Weston, as they were going in, "you need not point out the servants to me.

I will observe for myself, and I do not wish to be conspicuous." There were a great many lounging about, and looking round there.

Some were considering the scene as merely curious; some were blaming the slaves; some their masters, some the Abolitionists.

There was confusion and constant going in and out.

But though the countenances of the runaways expressed different emotions, it was evident that one feeling had settled in each breast, and that was, there was no hope that any thing would occur to relieve them from their undesirable position.
Mr.Weston easily recognized Simon, from Bacchus's description.