At length a large number of runaways were assembled; stolen mules, and corn gathered from the fields, and bacon filched from smoke-houses, had been conveyed into the woods.
The suddenness of the flight of his guide, and the wild cries of the pursuers, caused Heyward to remain fixed, for a few moments, in inactive surprise.
One's an optimist, and says, " Oh, it's not headed our way." The other one says, " I'm a pessimist, I'm out of here." And the pessimist runs and survives, and the optimist gets eaten.