He, therefore, hastened toward the drab-coated men, who, on his approach, opened the barn-door, and told him to "run in." When Jerome entered the barn, the two farmers closed the door, remaining outside themselves, to confront the slave-catchers, who now came up and demanded admission, feeling that they had their prey secure.
"Thee can't enter my premises," said one of the Friends, in rather a musical voice.
The negro-catchers urged their claim to the slave, and intimated that, unless they were allowed to secure him, they would force their way in.
By this time, several other Quakers had gathered around the barn-door.
Unfortunately for the kidnappers, and most fortunately for the fugitive, the Friends had just been holding a quarterly meeting in the neighborhood, and a number of them had not yet returned to their homes.
After some talk, the men in drab promised to admit the hunters, provided they procured an officer and a search-warrant from a justice of the peace.

One of the slave-catchers was left to see that the fugitive did not get away, while the others went in pursuit of an officer.

In the mean time, the owner of the barn sent for a hammer and nails, and began nailing up the barn-door.
After an hour in search of the man of the law, they returned with an officer and a warrant.

The Quaker demanded to see the paper, and, after looking at it for some time, called to his son to go into the house for his glasses.

It was a long time before Aunt Ruth found the leather case, and when she did, the glasses wanted wiping before they could be used.