“I dono — peep through the crack. Quick!”
“No, you, Tom!”
“I can’t — I can’t do it, Huck!”
“Please, Tom.
There ’tis again!”
“Oh, lordy, I’m thankful!” whispered Tom. “I know his voice. It’s Bull Harbison.” *
[* If Mr. Harbison owned a slave named Bull, Tom would have spoken of him as “Harbison’s Bull,” but a son or a dog of that name was “Bull Harbison.”]
“Oh, that’s good — I tell you, Tom, I was most scared to death; I’d a bet anything it was a stray dog.”