soon as the constable could recover from the blow he had received, he followed the lad into the cellar; but he had escaped by another door, and gone to Isaac T. Hopper
It was snowing fast, and when he arrived there in his shirt sleeves, his black wool plentifully powdered with snow, he was a laughable object to look upon.
But his countenance showed that he was too thoroughly frightened and distressed to be a subject of mirth to any compassionate heart.
tried to comfort him by promising that he would protect him, and assuring him that he was now legally free.
His agitation subsided in a short time, and he began to laugh heartily to think how he had upset the constable.
The master soon came to Friend Hopper's house, described the lad's dress and appearance, and inquired whether he had seen him. He admitted that he had, but declined telling where he was. The master made some severe remarks about the meanness of tampering with gentlemen's servants, and went away.
In about half an hour he returned with the constable and said Alderman Kepler
desired his respects to Isaac T. Hopper
, and wished to see him at his office.
He replied, ‘I think it likely that Alderman Kepler
has not much more respect for me than I have for him. If he has more business
with me than I have with him, I am at home, and can be spoken with.’