'I berry much 'spect missis be anxious 'bout us.

Mas'r Haley won't want us no longer.' Then off they went as fast as their horses could gallop.
It was late at night before they reached home again, but Mrs.Shelby was waiting for them.

As soon as she heard the horses galloping up she ran out to the balcony.
'Is that you, Sam ?' she called.

'Where are they ?' 'Mas'r Haley's a-restin' at the tavern.

He's drefful fatigued, missis.' 'And Eliza, Sam ?' 'Come up here, Sam,' called Mr.Shelby, who had followed his wife, 'and tell your mistress what she wants to know.' So Sam went up and told the wonderful story of how Eliza had crossed the river on the floating ice.