THE BOY-HUNTER. 53 
“You Sanch! you Snap! get out, you dogs! get out! 
begone!” Ishriek, but it is too late now to sve poor molly- 
cotton from being torn. 
“Hoo-ey! dat my Snap! yah! yah!” 
“You nigger, dat Sanch, fust! Mass Charles dat Sanch? 
yah! yah! dis nigger’s dog! Hoo-ray! hoo-ray !” 
