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He let her in. Wolfe did not see her. She crept into a corner of the cell, and stood watching him. He was scratching the iron bars of the window with a piece of tin which he had picked up, with an idle, uncertain, vacant stare, just as a child or idiot would do. "Tryin' to get out, old boy?" laughed Haley. "Them irons will need a crow-bar beside your tin, before you can open 'em."
With the momentum secured by its leap from the drift, it skated over the ice for a mile or more, with scarcely a thimbleful of wind in its sail, yet traveling like a fast express. Then it answered the helm again, the wind filled the sail, and they bore down upon the Landing on a direct tack. "Gee! Ain't it great?" cried Marty, as Nelson Haley signaled him to drop the sail.
"Well," as Haley, the jailer, said, "small blame to him! Nineteen years' imprisonment was not a pleasant thing to look forward to." Haley was very good-natured about it, though Wolfe had fought him savagely.
"Well, you are a strange kind of a genius, Haley , but I believe I like you too well to get mad with you, although I generally take a refusal to drink with one as an insult, unless I know the person to have joined a temperance society, and then I should deem the insult on my part, were I to urge him to violate his pledge.
"Meantime, Haley, if you want the matter carried on in the quiet way you speak of, you'd best not let your business in this neighborhood be known. It will get out among my boys, and it will not be a particularly quiet business getting away any of my fellows, if they know it, I'll promise you." "O! certainly, by all means, mum! of course. But I'll tell you.
Haley pass him a vote of confidence. That's what they do in lodges and other societies. And if any of the fellers renege tonight on this, I'll I'll Well, I'll show 'em somethin'!" finished Marty, very red in the face and threatening as he dived down the basement steps. "Oh, well," thought Janice, encouraged after all. "Nelson has some loyal friends."
"Janice!" he exclaimed and put his arm around her shoulders, stooping a little to see into her face. "Don't cry, child! Is is it dead?" Janice nodded. Jim Narnay came to the door. His bloated, bearded face was working with emotion. He saw the tenderness with which Nelson Haley led the girl to the car.
"Your master, I s'pose, don't keep no dogs," said Haley, thoughtfully, as he prepared to mount. "Heaps on 'em," said Sam, triumphantly; "thar's Bruno he's a roarer! and, besides that, 'bout every nigger of us keeps a pup of some natur or uther." "Poh!" said Haley, and he said something else, too, with regard to the said dogs, at which Sam muttered, "I don't see no use cussin' on 'em, no way."
"Well," said the smith, feeling among his tools, "them plantations down thar, stranger, an't jest the place a Kentuck nigger wants to go to; they dies thar tol'able fast, don't they?" "Wal, yes, tol'able fast, ther dying is; what with the 'climating and one thing and another, they dies so as to keep the market up pretty brisk," said Haley.
"We'll see, little sis'. I'll bet on Haley." And so saying, the young man turned away laughing at the success of his scheme. That evening, towards nine o'clock, as Haley sat conversing with Clara, a servant entered the room as usual with bottles and glasses.
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