Henderson. "You might get
into trouble if you went out and tried conclusions with a thicken
thief, which I suppose is what you are trying to say you want to
do."
"Dat's what I did say, perfesser."
They could no longer hear the footsteps, but the silence of the
night was suddenly broken by the report of Andy's gun.
"There! He's shot at him!" cried Jack.
"I hope he disabled dat chicken stealer!" yelled the colored man.
"Anybody what'll steal chickens--"
"Hush!" commanded Mr. Henderson.
Another shot rang out, and then the sound of footsteps could be
heard.
"He's running past here," called Jack, hurrying to the door.
He caught sight of a dark figure rushing past, and was about to
follow, but the outline was immediately lost in the darkness, and
Jack that it would be a useless move. Andy came up.
"Did you hit him?" cried Jack
"No. I only fired over his head," replied the old hunter.
"Who was it?"
"I don't know, but it was some man prowling around, and for no
good purpose, I take it."
"Did he steal any ob my chickens?" asked Washington.
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