All de hellfire dat 'uz ever in my heart flame' up, en I snatch de stick outen his han' en laid him flat
He laid dah moanin' en cussin', en all out
head,
, en de niggers 'uz plumb sk'yred to death
Dey gathered roun' him to he'p him, en I jumped
hoss en took out for de river as tight as
go
I knowed what dey would do wid me
Soon as he got well
start in en work me to death if marster let him; en if dey didn't do dat, they'd sell me furder down de river, en dat's de same thing
so I 'lowed to drown myself en git out o' my troubles
It 'uz gitt'n' towards dark
I 'uz at de river in two minutes
Den
canoe, en I says dey ain't no use to drown myself tell I got to; so I ties de hoss in de edge o' de timber en shove out down de river, keepin' in under de shelter o' de bluff bank en prayin' for de dark to shet down quick
I had
pow'ful good start, 'ca'se de big house 'uz three mile back f'om de river en on'y de work mules to ride dah on, en on'y niggers ride 'em, en DEY warn't gwine to hurry--dey'd gimme all de chance dey could
Befo'
body could go to de house en back it
long pas' dark, en dey couldn't track de hoss en fine out
I went tell mawnin', en de niggers would tell 'em all de lies dey could 'bout it

"Well, de dark come, en I went on a-spinnin' down de river
I paddled mo'n two hours, den I warn't worried no mo', so I quit paddlin' en floated down de current, considerin' what I 'uz gwine
if I didn't have to drown myself
up some plans, en floated along, turnin' 'em over in my mine
Well, when it 'uz
little pas' midnight, as I reckoned, en I had come fifteen or twenty mile,
de lights o'
steamboat layin' at de bank, whah dey warn't no town en no woodyard, en putty soon I ketched de shape o' de chimbly tops ag'in' de stars, en den good gracious me, I 'most jumped out o' my skin for joy ! It 'uz de GRAN' MOGUL-- I 'uz chambermaid on her for eight seasons in de Cincinnati en Orleans trade
I slid 'long pas'--don't see nobody stirrin' nowhah-- hear 'em a-hammerin' away in de engine room, den I knowed what de matter was--some o' de machinery's broke
I got asho' below de boat and turn' de canoe loose, den I goes 'long up, en dey 'uz jes one plank out, en I step' 'board de boat
It 'uz pow'ful hot, deckhan's en roustabouts 'uz sprawled aroun' asleep on de fo'cas'l', de second mate, Jim Bangs, he sot dah on de bitts wid his head down, asleep--'ca'se dat's de way de second mate stan' de cap'n's watch ! --en de ole watchman, Billy Hatch, he 'uz a-noddin' on de companionway;--en I knowed 'em all; en, lan', but dey did look good ! I says to myself, I wished old marster'd come along NOW en try
me--bless yo' heart, I's 'mong frien's, I is
So I tromped right along 'mongst 'em, en went up on de b'iler deck en 'way back aft to de ladies' cabin guard, en sot down dah in de same cheer dat I'd sot in 'mos'
hund'd million times, I reckon; en it 'uz jist home ag'in, I tell you !
"In 'bout an hour I heard de ready bell jingle, en den de racket begin
Putty soon I hear de gong strike
'Set her back on de outside,' I says to myself
'I reckon I knows dat music ! ' I hear de gong ag'in
'Come ahead on de inside,' I says
Gong ag'in
'Stop de outside
' gong ag'in
'Come ahead on de outside-- now we's pinted for Sent Louis, en I's outer de woods en ain't got to drown myself at all
' I knowed de MOGUL 'uz in de Sent Louis trade now,
It 'uz jes fair daylight when we passed our plantation, en I seed
gang o' niggers en white folks huntin' up en down de sho', en troublin' deyselves
'bout me; but I warn't troublin' myself none 'bout dem

"'Bout dat time Sally Jackson, dat used
my second chambermaid en 'uz head chambermaid now, she come out on de guard, en 'uz pow'ful
me, en so 'uz all de officers; en I tole 'em I'd got kidnapped en sole down de river, en dey made me up twenty dollahs en give it
, en Sally she rigged me out wid good clo'es, en when I got here I went straight to whah you used to wuz, en den I come to dis house, en dey say you's away but 'spected back every day; so I didn't dast
down de river to Dawson's, 'ca'se
miss you

"Well, las' Monday I 'uz pass'n by one o' dem places in fourth street whah deh sticks up runaway nigger bills, en he'ps to ketch 'em, en I seed my marster ! I 'mos' flopped down on de groun',
so gone
He had his back
, en 'uz talkin' to de man en givin' him some bills--nigger bills, I reckon, en I's de nigger
He's offerin'
reward--dat's it
Ain't I right, don't you reckon ? "
Tom
gradually sinking into
state of ghastly terror, and
to himself, now: "I'm lost, no matter what turn things take ! This man has said
that he thinks
something suspicious
sale
he had
letter from
passenger
GRAND MOGUL saying that Roxy came here
boat
everybody on board knew all
case; so
that her coming here instead of flying to
free state looks bad
,
if I don't find her for him,
pretty soon,
make trouble
I never believed that story; I couldn't believe
be so dead to all motherly instincts as
here, knowing the risk
run of getting me into irremediable trouble
And after all, here
! And I stupidly swore
help find her, thinking
perfectly safe thing to promise
If I venture to deliver her up, she--she--but how can I help myself ? I've got to
or pay the money, and where's the money
from ? I--I--well,
think that if
swear to treat her kindly hereafter-- and she says, herself, that
good man--and if
swear to never allow her
overworked, or ill fed, or--"
flash of lightning exposed Tom's pallid face, drawn and rigid
worrying thoughts
Roxana spoke up sharply now, and
apprehension in her voice

"Turn up dat light !
yo' face better
Dah now --lemme look at you
Chambers, you's as white as yo' shirt ! Has
dat man ? Has he be'n
you ? "
"Ye-s
"
"When ? "
"Monday noon
"
"Monday noon ! Was he on my track ? "
"He--well, he thought
, he hoped
bill you saw
"
it out
pocket

"Read it
! "
She was panting with excitement, and
dusky glow in her eyes that Tom
translate with certainty, but there seemed
something threatening
The handbill had the usual rude woodcut of
turbaned Negro woman running,
customary bundle on
stick over her shoulder,
heading in bold type, "$100 REWARD
" Tom read the bill aloud--
the part that described Roxana and named the master
St
Louis address
address
Fourth street agency; but he left out the item that applicants
reward might also apply to Mr Thomas Driscoll

"Gimme de bill ! "
Tom had folded it and was putting it
pocket
chilly streak creeping down his back, but said as carelessly as
:
"The bill ? Why, it isn't any use
,
't read it
What
with it ? "
"Gimme de bill ! " Tom gave it to her, but with
reluctance which
entirely disguise
"Did you read it ALL
? "
"Certainly
"
"Hole up yo' han' en swah
"
Tom did it
Roxana put the bill carefully away in her pocket, with her eyes fixed upon Tom's face all the while; then she said:
"Yo's lyin' ! "
"What would
to lie
for ? "
"I don't know--but you is
Dat's my opinion, anyways
But nemmine 'bout dat
When I seed dat man I 'uz dat sk'yerd dat
sca'cely wobble home
Den
nigger man
dollar for dese clo'es, en I ain't be'in in
house sence, night ner day, till now
I blacked my face en laid hid in de cellar of
ole house dat's burnt down, daytimes, en robbed de sugar hogsheads en grain sacks on de wharf, nights, to git somethin' to eat, en never dast
noth'n', en I's 'mos' starved
En I never dast
near dis place till dis rainy night, when dey ain't no people roun' sca'cely
But tonight I be'n a-stanin' in de dark alley ever sence night come, waitin'
by
En here I is
"
She fell to thinking
Presently she said:
"You seed dat man at noon, las' Monday ? "
"Yes
"
"I seed him de middle o' dat arternoon
He hunted you up, didn't he ? "
"Yes
"
"Did he
de bill dat time ? "
"No, he hadn't got it printed yet
"
Roxana darted
suspicious glance at him

"Did you he'p him fix up de bill ? "
Tom cursed himself for making that stupid blunder, and tried to rectify it by saying he remember now
at noon Monday
man gave him the bill
Roxana said:
"You's lyin' ag'in, sho
" Then she straightened up and raised her finger:
"Now den ! I's gwine to
question, en I wants
how you's gwine to git aroun' it
You knowed he 'uz arter me; en
run off, 'stid o' stayin' here to he'p him, he'd know dey 'uz somethin' wrong 'bout dis business, en den
inquire 'bout you, en dat would take him to yo' uncle, en yo' uncle would read de bill en see dat you be'n sellin'
free nigger down de river, en
HIM, I reckon ! He'd t'ar up de will en kick you outen de house
Now, den, you answer me dis question: hain't you tole dat man dat
sho'
here, en den
fix it so
set
trap en ketch me ? "
Tom recognized that neither lies nor arguments could help him any longer--
in
vise,
screw turned on, and out of it
no budging
His face began
on an ugly look, and presently
, with
snarl:
"Well, what could
?
, yourself, that
grip and couldn't get out
"
Roxy scorched him with
scornful gaze awhile, then she said:
"What could
?
Judas to yo' own mother to save yo' wuthless hide ! Would anybody b'lieve it ? No--a dog couldn't ! You is de lowdownest orneriest hound dat was ever pup'd into dis worl'--en I's 'sponsible
! "--and she spat on him

no effort to resent this
Roxy reflected
moment, then she said:
"Now I'll tell you what you's gwine
You's gwine
dat man de money dat you's got laid up, en make him wait till you kin go to de judge en git de res' en buy me free agin
"
"Thunder !
you thinking of ? Go and ask him for three hundred dollars and odd ? What would I tell him
it for, pray ? "
Roxy's answer was delivered in
serene and level voice

"You'll tell him you's sole me
yo' gamblin' debts en dat you lied
en was
villain, en dat I 'quires you to git dat money en buy me back ag'in
"
"Why, you've gone stark mad !
tear the will to shreads in
minute--don't
that ? "
"Yes, I does
"
"Then you don't believe I'm idiot enough
to him,
? "
"I don't b'lieve nothin' 'bout it--I KNOWS you's a-goin'
I knows it 'ca'se you knows dat
don't raise dat money I'll go to him myself, en den he'll sell YOU down de river, en you kin see how you like it ! "
Tom rose, trembling and excited, and
an evil light
eye
He strode
door and said
get out
suffocating place for
moment and clear his brain
fresh air
determine what
The door wouldn't open
Roxy smiled grimly, and said:
"I's got the key, honey--set down
You needn't cle'r up yo' brain none to fine out what you gwine
--_I knows what you's gwine
" Tom sat down and began
his hands through his hair with
helpless and desperate air
Roxy said, "Is dat man in dis house ? "
Tom glanced up with
surprised expression, and asked:
"What
such an idea ? "
"You done it
Gwine out to cle'r yo' brain ! In de fust place you ain't got none to cle'r, en in de second place yo' ornery eye tole on you
You's de lowdownest hound dat ever-- but I done told you dat befo'
Now den, dis is Friday
You kin fix it up wid dat man, en tell him you's gwine away to git de res' o' de money, en dat you'll be back wid it nex' Tuesday, or maybe Wednesday
You understan' ? "
Tom answered sullenly: "Yes
"
"En
gits de new bill o' sale dat sells me to my own self, take en send it in de mail to Mr Pudd'nhead Wilson, en write on de back dat he's
it tell I come
You understan' ? "
"Yes
"
"Dat's all den
Take yo' umbreller, en put on yo' hat
"
"Why ? "
"Beca'se you's gwine
me home to de wharf
dis knife ? I's toted it aroun' sence de day I seed dat man en bought dese clo'es en it
If he ketch me, I's gwine to kill myself wid it
Now start along, en go sof', en lead de way; en
gives
sign in dis house, or if anybody comes up
in de street, I's gwine to jam it right into you
Chambers, does you b'lieve me when I says dat ? "
"It's no use to bother me
question
your word's good
"
"Yes, it's diff'rent from yo'n ! Shet de light out en move along-- here's de key
"
They
followed
Tom trembled every time