old gentleman he locked the door and barred it and bolted it, and told the young men to come in with their guns, and they all went in a big parlor that had a new rag carpet on the floor, and got together in a corner that was out of the range of the front windows--there warn't none on the side.  They held the candle, and took a good look at me, and all said, “Why, _he_ ain't a Shepherdson--no, there ain't any Shepherdson about him.”  Then the old man said he hoped I wouldn't mind being searched for arms, because he didn't mean no harm by it--it was only to make sure.  So he didn't pry into my pockets, but only felt outside with his hands, and said it was all right.  He told me to make myself easy and at home, and tell all about myself; but the old lady says: “Why, bless you, Saul, the poor thing's as wet as he can be; and don't you reckon it may be he's hungry?” “True for you, Rachel--I forgot.” So the old lady says: “Betsy” (this was a nigger woman), “you fly around and get him something to eat as quick as you can, poor thing; and one of you girls go and wake up Buck and tell him--oh, here he is himself.  Buck, take this little stranger and get the wet clothes off from him and dress him up in some of yours that's dry.” Buck looked about as old as me--thirteen or fourteen or along there, though he was a little bigger than me.  He hadn't on anything but a shirt, and he was very frowzy-headed.  He came in gaping and digging one fist into his eyes, and he was dragging a gun along with the other one. He says: “Ain't they no Shepherdsons around?” They said, no, 'twas a false alarm. “Well,” he says, “if they'd a ben some, I reckon I'd a got one.” They all laughed, and Bob says: “Why, Buck, they might have scalped us all, you've been so slow in coming.” “Well, nobody come after me, and it ain't right I'm always kept down; I don't get no show.” “Never mind, Buck, my boy,” says the old man, “you'll have show enough, all in good time, don't you fret about that.  G