He said he thought he
had the very woman and child back here a piece, though they might
give him the slip before he could bring anybody to certainly identify
them.
"My little one 'give me the slip'!" exclaimed Mrs. Tracy indignantly.
The man said his meaning was, she might be slipped off by her keeper.
"Where have you got them?" inquired Grandma Padgett.
"He saw 'em goin' into Sunday-school, marm," explained Zene.
"There's a meetin'-house over yonder three or four mile," pointing
with his whip.
"It's the unlikeliest place that ever was," said the messenger,
polishing his horse's wet neck. "And I suppose that's what the woman
thought when she slipped in there. If I hadn't happened by in the
nick of time I wouldn't mistrusted. She didn't see me. She was goin'
up the steps, with her back to the road, and the meetin'-house sets a
considerable piece from the fence. They was all singin' loud enough
to drown a horse's feet in the dust."
"And both were like the descriptions you had?" said Mrs. Tracy.
"So nigh like that I half-pulled up and had a notion to go in and
see for myself. Then, thinks I, you better wait and bring-the ones
that would know for sure.
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