it come
agin, sharper and quicker. They yells like that when they have struck a
scent.

As we stood and looked at each other they come a crackle in the
underbrush, jest to the left of us. We turned our heads that-a-way, jest
as a nigger man give a leap to the top of a rail fence that separated
the road from the woods. He was going so fast that instead of climbing
that fence and balancing on the top and jumping off he jest simply
seemed to hit the top rail and bounce on over, like he had been throwed
out of the heart of the woods, and he fell sprawling over and over in
the road, right before our feet.

He was onto his feet in a second, and fur a minute he stood up straight
and looked at us--an ashes-coloured nigger, ragged and bleeding from the
underbrush, red-eyed, and with slavers trickling from his red lips, and
sobbing and gasping and panting fur breath. Under his brown skin, where
his shirt was torn open acrost his chest, you could see that nigger's
heart a-beating.

But as he looked at us they come a sudden change acrost his face--he
must of seen the doctor before, and with a sob he throwed himself on his
knees in the road and clasped his hands and held 'em out toward Doctor
Kirby.

"ELISHyah! ELISHyah!" he sings out, rocking of his body in a kind
of tune, "reveal yo'se'f, reveal yo'se'f an' he'p me NOW! Lawd Gawd
ELISHyah, beckon fo' a CHA'iot, yo' cha'iot of FIAH! Lif' me, lif'
me--lif' me away f'um hyah in er cha'iot o' FIAH!"

The doctor, he turned his head away, and I knowed the thought working
in him was the thought of that white woman that would always be an
idiot for life, if she lived. But his lips was dumb, and his one hand
stretched itself out toward that nigger in the road and made a wiping
motion, like he was trying fur to wipe the picture of him, and the
thought of him, off'n a slate forevermore.

Jest then, nearer and louder and sharper, and with an eager sound, like
they knowed they almost had him now, them hounds' voices come ringing
through the woods, and with them come the mixedup shouts of men.

"RUN!" yells Sam, waving of that suit case round his head, fur one
nigger will always try to help another no matter what he's done. "Run
fo' de branch--git yo' foots in de worter an' fling 'em off de scent!"

He bounded down the hill, that red-eyed nigger, and left us standing
there. But before he reached the crick the whole man-hunt come busting
through the woods, the dogs a-straining at thei