Being firmly persuaded that the slave was in the house, they kept sentry several days and nights.  For fear she might escape by the back way, a messenger was sent to Mr. Warrence, who occupied a building in the rear, offering to pay him for his trouble if he would watch the premises in that direction.  His wife happened to overhear the conversation; and having a pitcher of scalding water in her hand, she ran out saying, “Do you propose to hire my husband to watch neighbor Hopper’s premises for a runaway slave?  Go about your business! or I will throw this in your face.”

When Dr. Rich called again, he was received politely, and the first inquiry was how he had succeeded in his efforts to procure a search-warrant.  He replied, “The magistrate refused to grant one.”

“Perhaps Joseph Reed, the Recorder, would oblige thee in that matter,” said Friend Hopper.

The answer was, “I have been to him, and he declines to interfere.”

It was then suggested that it might be well to retain a lawyer with a portion of the seventeen hundred dollars he said he had to spare.

“I have been to Mr. Broome,” rejoined the doctor.  “He tells me that you understand the law in such cases as well as he does; and he advises me to let the matter alone.”

“I will give thee permission to search my house,” said Friend Hopper; “and I have more authority in that matter than any magistrate, judge, or lawyer, in the city.”

“That is very gentlemanly,” replied the doctor; “but I infer from it that the woman is not in your house.”

He was again assured that she was not; and they fell into some general discourse on the subject of slavery.  “Suppose you came to Maryland and lost your horse,” said the Doctor.  “If you called upon me, and I told you that I knew where he was, but would not inform you, would you consider yourself treated kindly?” “In such a case, I should not consider myself well treated,” replied Friend Hopper.  “But in this part of the country, we make a distinction between horses and men.  We believe that human beings have souls.”

“That makes no difference,” rejoined the Doctor.  “You confess that you could find my slave if you were so disposed; and I consider it your duty to tell me where she is.”  “I will do it when I am of the same opinion,” replied Friend Hopper; “but till then thou must excuse me.”

The fugitive was protected by a colored man named Hill, who soon obtained a situation for her as servant in a respectable country family, where she was kindly treated.  In the course of a year or two, she returned to Philadelphia, married a steady industrious man, and lived very comfortably.