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Whether they had been seen by the Indians or not, they had no way of knowing, but their only hope of safety now lay in absolute stillness. They crouched down together and kept silence. "What's we gwine to do here, I wonder," whispered the black boy. "Whar mus' we go, Mas Sam?" Sam did not answer. He was too much absorbed in studying the situation to talk or even to listen.
"I don't believe a cat could go in safety, Jem." "Well, we aren't cats, Mas' Don, are we? Faces a alley, eh? Wasn't there no windows opposit'?" "Nothing but a blank wall." "Well, it's all right, Mas' Don. We'd better set to work. Only wants a rope with one end fastened in here, and then we could slide down."
Don't you believe it, my lad. You've been werry kind to me, and begged me on again here when I've been 'most starving, and many's the shillin' you've give me, Mas' Don, to buy comforts, or I wouldn't say to you what I does now, and werry welcome a shilling would be to-day, Mas' Don." "I haven't any money, Mike." "Got no money, my lad? What a shame, when half of all this here ought to be yourn.
"Well, I do call that stoopid," said Jem, as he stared helplessly at Don. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't know, Jem. If we had a bit of rope we could easily descend." "And if we'd got wings, Mas' Don, we might fly." "We must climb back, Jem, as Look here, would these trees bear us?"
They kept my pa hid out with stock nearly all time of the Civil War. Both my mas' parents was nearly all Indian too but they was mixed. I'm more Indian than anything else. I heard pa talk about staying in the cane brakes. Mighty few cane brakes to be found now. I come with my grandpa and grandma to Arkansas when I was five years old. "My ma belong to Quill and Sely Whitaker.
He would execute this movement, and then running, catch up with the litter again. "Tell me, Joe," said Sam after the black boy had become somewhat quiet again, "tell me all about this thing." "'Bout what thing, Mas' Sam?" "About your going to the fort and all that. How did you manage it, and how came you to think of it?"
But, look here, how do you feel now?" "Heart-sick and tired of it all, Jem. I wish we had run off when we had the chance." "You do?" "I do. See how we have been served: dragged from our homes, roughly used; bullied and ill-treated; and with that man's word taken before ours. It's too bad too bad." "Well, it is, Mas' Don," whispered Jem. "But you see it was awkward.
The war-song went on as if the enemy were exciting themselves for the affray, and all the time the men of Tomati and Ngati stood firm, and as watchful as could be of their foes, who leaped, and stamped, and sang till Jem turned to Don, and said in a low voice, "Look here, Mas' Don, it's my opinion that these here chaps never grew inside their heads after they was six or seven.
I trembled to think what would happen should I never learn where the Indians were going, if Polete should never open his eyes again to tell me. But he did, at last, oh, how long it seemed! he did, and gazed up at me with a little smile. "Reckon it's all obah wid ole Polete, Mas' Tom," he whispered. "Where is this plantation, Polete?" I asked. "The plantation the Indians are going to attack.
"Oh, no, what I have spent on your education has been the best investment I ever made." "I hope," said Marie, "you may always find it so. But Mas " "Hush!" said Leroy, laying his hand playfully on her lips; "you are free. I don't want the dialect of slavery to linger on your lips. You must not call me that name again." "Why not?"
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