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He never
said nothing. The next minute he whirls on me and
says:
"Do you reckon that nigger would blow on us?
We'd skin him if he done that!"
"How can he blow? Hain't he run off?"
"No! That old fool sold him, and never divided
with me, and the money's gone."
"SOLD him?" I says, and begun to cry; "why, he
was MY nigger, and that was my money.