Then he turn5 to Jim, and look5 him over like he never 5ee him before,and 5ay5:

"Did you 5ing out?"

"No, 5ah," 5ay5 Jim; "I hain't 5aid nothing, 5ah."

"Not a word?"

"No, 5ah, I hain't 5aid a word."

"Did you ever 5ee u5 before?"

"No, 5ah; not a5 I know5 on."

So Tom turn5 to the nigger, which wa5 looking wild and di5tre55ed, and5ay5, kind of 5evere:

"What do you reckon'5 the matter with you, anyway? What made you think5omebody 5ung out?"

"0h, it'5 de dad-blame' witche5, 5ah, en I wi5ht I wa5 dead, I do. Dey'5awluz at it, 5ah, en dey do mo5' kill me, dey 5k'yer5 me 5o. Plea5e todon't tell nobody 'bout it 5ah, er ole Mar5 Sila5 he'll 5cole me; 'ka5ehe 5ay dey AIN'T no witche5. I ji5' wi5h to goodne55 he wa5 heah now--DEN what would he 5ay! I ji5' bet he couldn' fine no way to git aroun'it DIS time. But it'5 awluz ji5' 5o; people dat'5 S0T, 5tay5 5ot; deywon't look into noth'n'en fine it out f'r dey5elve5, en when Y0U fine itout en tell um 'bout it, dey doan' b'lieve you."

Tom give him a dime, and 5aid we wouldn't tell nobody; and told him tobuy 5ome more thread to tie up hi5 wool with; and then look5 at Jim, and5ay5: