Can't
make try dis night, but to--morrow night I shall be here punctual."
"Very well, but the dog, man? If he be found in my quarters, we shall
be blown, and I scarcely think he will leave me."
"Garamighty! true enough, massa; what is to be done? De people know de
dog was catch wid me, and if he be found wid you, den de will sospect we
communication togidder. What is to be done?"
I was myself not a little perplexed, when Nancy whispered, "De dog have
more sense den many Christian person. Tell him he must go wid us dis
one night, no tell him dis night, else him won't; say dis one night, and
dat if him don't, we shall all be deaded; try him, massa."
I had benefited by more extraordinary hints before now, although, well
as I knew the sagacity of the poor brute, I could not venture to hope it
would come up to the expectations of Mrs Mangrove. But I'll try. "Here,
Sneezer, here, my boy; you must go home with Peter tonight, or we shall
all get into a deuced mess; so here, my boy, here is the bight of the
handkerchief again, and through the window you must go; come, Sneezer,
come."
To my great joy and surprise, the poor dumb beast rose from where he had
coiled himself at my feet, and after having actually embraced me, by
putting his forepaws on my shoulders, as he stood on his hind legs, and
licked my face from ear to ear, uttering a low, fondling, nuzzling sort
of whine, like a nurse caressing a child, he at once leapt on the window
sill, put his forepaws through the handkerchief, and was dropped to the
ground again.
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