CHAPTER XVIII
GEORGE AND ELIZA FIND FREEDOM
Tom Loker lay tossing and tumbling in his clean, comfortable bed at the
Quaker farmhouse. A pretty, old Quaker lady, with white hair and a kind
face, was nursing him. Tom Loker did not like being ill and having to
lie in bed. He threw the clothes about, grumbling and using naughty
words all the tune.
'I must ask thee, Thomas Loker, not to use such language,' said the nice
lady, as she smoothed his sheets, and made his bed comfortable again for
him.
'Well, I won't, granny, if I can help it,' he replied; 'but it is enough
to make a fellow swear, it is so awfully hot.' He gave another great
lunge, and made the sheets and blankets all untidy again.
'I suppose that fellow George and the girl Eliza are here,' he said, in
a sulky voice, after a few minutes' silence.
'Yes, they are,' said the old lady.
'They had better get away across the lake,' said Tom Loker, 'the quicker
the better.'
'Very likely they will do so,' said the old lady, calmly going on with
her knitting.
'But, listen,' said Tom Loker, getting excited, 'there are people who
are watching the boats for us. I don't care if I tell now. I hope they
will get away, just to spite the others for going and leaving me as they
did--the mean puppies, the--'
'Thomas Loker!' said the old lady.
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