Now," and here Mr.Hornblower took a pencil and note-book from his pocket, "I want to know your full name and exact age." These were truthfully given and carefully written down.
"Now I want to know all about your parents, their age, your father's business, and various other matters which I shall ask you." Jim had no reason to decline any information he was able to give, and he furnished all his captor desired to know.
When the examination was finished, the note-book was closed, and Mr.
Hornblower asked, in the most friendly of tones,-- "Have they used you well ?" "They have," was the truthful reply.
"Do you know why ?" "I suppose because you instructed them to do so." "It's not that, but because you behaved yourself; you haven't made any trouble." "I don't intend to do that, for there's nothing to gain by it.

I haven't any work to do, and may as well stay here as anywhere else." "Remember what I told you; so long as you keep quiet you are safe, but only on those conditions." As the man rose to go, Jim plucked up enough courage to ask,-- "Will you be kind enough to let me know where we are going, and why it is you make a prisoner of me ?" "Since you have behaved so well I suppose I might as well do so." Hornblower opened his mouth to impart the information, when he changed his mind and shook his head.
"It is scarcely best at present; good-evening." As there seemed to be no objection to following him on deck, Jim did so, much disappointed that he did not secure the information which was almost his.
Hornblower stepped down into a boat and rowed off toward shore, leaving the huge negro behind.

It had become so dark that the boat, with its single occupant, speedily faded from view in the night, though the sound of the regularly swaying oars came back distinctly across the water until shore was reached.
Jim was glad that the African, whom he heard addressed as Sam, was left behind.

He saw he was a good-natured fellow, and he believed he would be able to gain something from him.
After supper was eaten, the schooner hoisted anchor and moved several miles up the river, when it again lay to for the night.
Jim Travers went to bed again as much mystified as ever over the explanation of his imprisonment on board the boat.

Aside from this inscrutable ignorance there was nothing very unpleasant, and he would have been willing to make quite a lengthy stay, whether he received any wages or not.
During the bitter cold weather, any one situated as he was might be thankful if he could secure lodging for the winter.
"They needn't be so afraid of my running away," he often said to himself, "for I would not be so foolish as to do that when I don't know where to go.