He then called aloud to Harry to come forward and be whipped.

Harry answered somewhat sternly that he would neither be struck by overseer nor driver; that he had worked nearly all night, and had scarcely fallen asleep when the horn blew to summon him to his toil in the field.

The overseer raved and threatened, but Harry paid no farther attention to him.

He then turned to me and asked me for my pistols, with a pair of which he had furnished me.

I told him they were not with me.