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The mission of De Guy had only been a decoy, to lure her into the hands of Maxwell. Hatchie was with her; but, alas! what could a slave do against the powerful machinations of such a villain as Maxwell? After obtaining the information which satisfied him of the imposture, he proceeded to New Orleans.
He had come in on my right flank from the direction of the Hatchie River, pell-mell with our picket-post stationed about three miles out on the Ripley road.
Possessing his confidence, and regarded more as a friend than a slave by Emily, he was a privileged person in the house, a confidence which in no instance did he abuse, and which in no degree abated his affection or his fidelity. Hatchie was not a phrenologist, but he had long ago acquired a perfect knowledge of Jaspar's character, a knowledge which his master or Emily had never obtained.
"And your house-servants are all too young to remember as long ago as your birth?" "All but Hatchie." "Perhaps you had better send for him, and I will question him. "I will, and I pray that his knowledge may favor me."
Had his tormentor been any other than one of that detested race, he could easily have regarded him as a man and conceded something for the boon of life. Reduced to the last extremity by the relentless energy of his victor, he had no choice but to yield the point or die. "Will you answer my questions?" repeated Hatchie, sternly. "What would you have me answer?" replied Maxwell, doggedly.
On the morning of the 5th, General Ord reached the Hatchie River, at Davies bridge, with four thousand men; crossed over and encountered the retreating army, captured a battery and several hundred prisoners, dispersing the rebel advance, and forcing the main column to make a wide circuit by the south in order to cross the Hatchie River.
With this in his hand, he proceeded to the out-building, to satisfy himself of the security of his prisoners; but Vernon had fled, the wooden door of the shed had not been proof against his art. Hatchie was not disconcerted by this incident. Vernon, he was aware, was only a subordinate, who did his evil deeds for hire, and against him he bore no ill will.
His actions were in conformity with his avowed purpose. If he wished to marry his mistress, he would not have joined in the plot. But the bill of sale, which Emily had mentioned to him, was against him. Poor Hatchie was no lawyer, and was sadly perplexed by the conflicting testimony. "Where did you get that bill of sale?" said he.
In answer to his inquiries for Hatchie, he learned that a servant had been handed over to the police, to be imprisoned in the calaboose till called for. This was scanty information upon which to continue his search. His first step was to go to the calaboose, where he managed to obtain an interview with Hatchie.
But, tortured as he was by the most terrible forebodings, he still preserved his dignified scowl, and watched the operations of Hatchie with apparent coolness. Hatchie examined the lock upon the carpet-bag, and found that it entirely secured the contents from observation. "I will trouble you for the key of this bag," said he, politely, as he rose and approached the attorney.
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