But there was none.
Presently a short, broad man, with a coarse, ugly face and dirty hands, came up to Tom.

He looked him all over, pulled his mouth open and looked at his teeth, pinched his arms, made him walk and jump, and indeed treated him as he would a horse or cow he had wished to buy.
Tom knew from the way this man looked and spoke, that he must be bad and cruel.

He prayed in his heart that this might not be his new master.

But it was.

His name was Legree.