With wild cries she leaped to another and still another--stumbling--leaping--slipping--springing up again! Her shoes were gone, her stockings cut from her feet by the sharp edges of the ice.

Blood marked every step.

But she knew nothing, felt nothing, till dimly, as in a dream, she saw the Ohio side, and a man helping her up the bank.
'Yer a brave gal, now, whoever ye are!' said the man.
'Oh, save me--do save me--do hide me,' she cried.
'Why, what's the matter ?' asked the man.
'My child! this boy--mas'r sold him.

There's his new mas'r,' she said, pointing to the other shore.

'Oh, save me.' 'Yer a right brave gal,' said the man.