I knowed that meant business, an' it skeared me so't I didn't think of nothin' only how to get off'n that thar island without bein' diskivered.

I got off all right, but I left my money in that thar holler log, an' I never thought of it till this blessed minute." "Mebbe they won't find it," said Dan.
"Wal, that's a comfortin' thought," returned his father, sighing heavily, as he picked up his pipe, "but luck's agin me.

It allers is.
Other folks can get along smooth an' easy, but I can toil an' slave an' slave an' toil till--jest look at me," added Godfrey, rising to his feet again and turning slowly about, so that Dan could have a fair view of him.

"Ain't this a purty fix fur a man to be in who owned niggers an' cotton, by the acre only a little while ago?
That's jest what makes me 'spise them Gordons." "An' that's what makes me 'spise that Dave of our'n," exclaimed Dan.
"He's gettin' richer every day.

He's got ten dollars in greenback money now, an' I done heard Silas Jones tell him that his credit was good at the store for six months." Godfrey opened his eyes when he heard this, and so interested was he in the story Dan had to tell that he forgot his troubles for the time being.