"You don't seem to be in her good books." Jackson muttered an imprecation.
"It is certainly odd," the sheriff went on, "after what you were telling me about her son pitching into Andrew over flogging this very slave, that she should go and buy his wife.

Still, that's a very different thing from hiding a runaway.

I dare say that, as she says, the fellow came here to see his wife when he first ran away; but I don't think you will find him anywhere about here now.

It's pretty certain from what we hear that he hasn't made for the North, and where the fellow can be hiding I can't think.

Still the woods about this country are mighty big, and the fellow can go out on the farms and pick corn and keep himself going for a long time.