All this had been done under Sam's supervision, and as a result of his prudence and fore thought.
Joe had been gone nearly half an hour when he burst suddenly into the chamber in which the others were.

His hands were full of the wild grapes, but of those he was evidently not thinking.

His face was of that peculiar hue which black faces assume when if they were white faces they would grow pale; and his lips, usually red, were of an ashy brown.

His eyes were of the shape of saucers, and seemed not much smaller.

He gasped for breath in an alarming way, and Tom saw that the poor fellow was frightened almost out of his wits.
"What's the matter Joe?
Tell me quick," said the younger boy.
"O Mas' Tom, we'se dun surrounded.