_Dr. G._ Where is the man? If I can lay my hands on him, he’ll never steal another nigger. Where is the scoundrel?
_1st Loun._ Let’s go after the feller. I’ll go with you. Come, foller me.
[_Exit all, L., except CATO and the waiter._
_Cato._ Why don’t you bring in massa’s saddle-bags? What de debil you standin’ dar for? You common country niggers don’t know nuffin’, no how. Go an’ get massa’s saddle-bags, and bring ’em in.
By golly! ebry body’s gone, an’ de bar-keeper too. I’ll tend de bar myself now; an’ de fuss gemman I waits on will be dis gemman of color. [_Goes behind the counter, and drinks._] Ah, dis is de stuff fer me; it makes my head swim; it makes me happy right off. I’ll take a little more.
_Barkeeper._ What are you doing behind that bar, you black cuss?
_Cato._ I is lookin’ for massa’s saddle-bags, sir. Is dey here?
_Barkeeper._ But what were you drinking there?
_Cato._ Me drinkin’! Why, massa, you muss be mistaken. I ain’t drink nuffin’.
_Barkeeper._ You infernal whelp, to stand there and lie in that way!
_Cato._ Oh, yes, seer, I did tase dat coffee in dat bottle; dat’s all I did.
_Mr. White._ I say, sir, is there no place of concealment in your house? They are after me, and my life is in danger. Say, sir, can’t you hide me away?
_Barkeeper._ Well, you ought to hold your tongue when you come into our State.
_Mr. White._ But, sir, the Constitution gives me the right to speak my sentiments, at all times and in all places.
_Barkeeper._ We don’t care for Constitutions nor nothin’ else. We made the Constitution, and we’ll break it. But you had better hide away; they are coming, and they’ll lynch you, that they will. Come with me; I’ll hide you in the cellar. Foller me.
_Dr. Gaines._ If I can once lay my hands on that scoundrel, I’ll blow a hole through his head.
_Jennings._ Yes, I say so too; for no one knows whose niggers are safe, now-a-days. I must look after my niggers. Who is that I see in the distance? I believe it’s that cussed Massachusetts feller. Come, let’s go after him.
_Melinda._ I am so tired and hungry, that I cannot go further. It is so cloudy that we cannot see the North Star, and therefore cannot tell whether we are going to Canada, or further South. Let’s sit down here.