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; 52 there about two minutes, when a screech was heard, meee = ‘dropped down and rejoined his companions. | $e “ What is the matier? What di you see ?” asked the old = man, ai “Thar ain’t nothin’ the matter to speak of While I was lookin’ about, a nigger gal sot eyes on me, and gave a yell that brought the others arter me, and I thought it was time to scoot. As fur seein’, I saw the old man and wonian, and the two niggers, and that cnssed pile of posts. I noticed mathe else, too.” “What was that, Sim ?” inquired Will. “ Suthin’ that will let us into this crib, I reckun. Anyhow, if we do git in, I reckon that’ll be the way.” “What way? What are you speaking about ?” “The way to git in thar. We mought have noticed it. from the outside, if we had had our eyes open and our yits 2 about us.” > “What do yon mean? Out with it, and don’t stand there talking like a fool.” . _ “T tell you, boys, thar’s a most onmercifu! big chimbley- place in that house.” “ Nothing strange about that, Sim. There is a big chim- ney, too, but I reckon you doen't mean to try to go down it. They could pick us off, one by one.” “Tn course they could ; but what do you say to goin’ through it?” ~2 “Explain yourself, and quit wasting time,” said the old mun. . “It’s a powerful big chimbley-place, as I said, and they've eo g?t suthin’ in front of it, to shut it up and make it look purty, ae Nips tea alps usin’ it. The back is made of stuns, bat | - a stick-and-plaster chimbley, and it ought to be easy 35 = fur-us to dig through from the outside, and get in thar 1 _ knownst to ’em.” “That's the idee!” exclaimed the old man. “ We've. ot our knives and hatchets to work with, and we ought ta through that chimney pretty quick. Then we'll have ’em, like rats ina trap. But we must be mighty quiet about it bis eae ae iee od ue mek eet a