IN about a minute somebody spoke out of a window without putting his head out, and says:
"Be done, boys! Who's there?"
" George Jackson, sir."
"What do you want?"
"I don't want nothing, sir. I only want to go along by, but the dogs won't let me."
"What are you prowling around here this time of night for--hey?"
"I warn't prowling around, sir; I fell overboard off of the steamboat."
"Oh, you did, did you? Strike a light there, somebody. What did you say your name was?"
" George Jackson, sir. I'm only a boy."
"Look here, if you're telling the truth you needn't be afraid--nobody 'll hurt you. But don't try to budge; stand right where you are. Rouse out Bob and Tom, some of you, and fetch the guns. George Jackson, is there anybody with you?"
"No, sir, nobody."
I heard the people stirring around in the house now, and see a light. The man sung out: