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seen to come here,’ said he. ‘Where is he?
Produce him.’
Friend Hopper replied very quietly, ‘The man has been here; but he is gone now.’
This answer made the agent perfectly furious.
After discharging a volley of oaths, he said he had a search warrant, and swore he would have the house searched from garret to cellar.
‘Very well,’ replied Friend Hopper, ‘thou art at liberty to proceed according to law; but be careful not to overstep that boundary.
If thou dost, it will be at thy peril.’
After the slave-hunter had vented his rage in a torrent of abuse, the constable proposed to speak a few words in private.
With many friendly professions, he acknowledged that they had no searchwarrant.
‘The gentleman was about to obtain one from the mayor,’ said he; ‘but I wished to save your feelings.
I told him you were well acquainted with me, and I had no doubt you would permit me to search your house without any legal process.’
Friend Hopper listened patiently, perfectly well aware that the whole statement was a sham.
When the constable paused for a reply, he opened the door, and said very concisely, ‘Thou art at liberty to go about thy business.’
They spent several days searching for the fugitive, but their efforts were unavailing.
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