We are to be advertised, and sold to the highest bidder.

A week from now I shall probably be out in the tobacco fields, under the whip of an overseer, who will call me Jeff.

All I can hope for is a kind-hearted master, and an early opportunity to escape." "Oh, no!" and in her eagerness her hands actually clasped mine, where they clung to the rope between us.

"It is not going to be quite so bad as that.

That is what I wanted to tell you.