"I don't believe he went up the river, consequently he must have
gone down."
"Then let us get another boat and follow him."
"That's the talk!"
But where to get another boat was a question.
Snap ran back to the farmhouse and met Pop Lundy at the door.
"Thought you boys was a-goin' down the river," said the farmer,
suspiciously.
"We have learned what became of that nigger."
"What?"
"He took our boat and ran off with it."
"Well, I vow! Ain't he the pesky rascal, though! Wot be yeou
boys a-goin' tew do neow?"
"We want to get another boat, if possible, and follow him. Do
you know where a boat can be had?"
"Yes; Ike Welby has a boat. His farm is the next one down from
mine. I'll go along. I want to catch him ez much as yeou do."
In a few minutes they were off in a body, all of the boys accompanying
the farmer to the next farm. Ike Welby was not at home, but his
wife said they could have the boat and welcome, and procured for
them two pairs of oars from the barn.
"I am glad that negro didn't come here," she declared.
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