Chapter 17
In about a minute somebody spoke out of a window without putting his head out, and says:
“Be done, boys! Who’s there?”
I says:
“It’s me.”
“Who’s me?”
“George Jackson, sir.”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t want nothing, sir. I only want to go along by, but the dogs won’t let me.”
“What are you prowling around here this time of night for—hey?”
“I warn’t prowling around, sir, I fell overboard off of the steamboa
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