I grew uneasy, and inquired of Huckstep where be thought my master was.
"On his way to Old Virginia," said he, with a malicious laugh.
"But," said I."Master George told me that he should come back and take me with him to Virginia." "Well, boy," said the overseer, "I'll now tell ye what master George, as you call him, told me.

You are to stay here and act as driver of the field hands.

That was the order.

So you may as well submit to it at once." I stood silent and horror-struck.

Could it be that the man whom I had served faithfully from our mutual boyhood, whose slightest wish had been my law, to serve whom I would have laid down my life, while I had confidence in his integrity--could it be that he had so cruelly and wickedly deceived me?
I looked at the overseer.