“Dat’s jist what he say—‘go ‘way,’ and Mass’r John he flash up like, and say, he sorry to be turn’d out ob de ole home, and dat he’ll go as soon as he see you. Den Mass’r Richard, he git up in one ob his white-hot still tempers, and he say, ‘No gen’lemen need more ‘an one word;’ and Mass’r John say, ‘No gen’leman eber say dat one word;’ and Mass’r Richard say, ‘Sir, you in my house, and you ‘sume on dat position;’ and Mass’r John say he ‘mighty soon be in some oder house, and den Mass’r Richard not hab sich ‘cuse;’ and, wid dat, he stamp his foot, and walk off like both sides ob de argument ‘long to him.”
“Then what, Harriet?”
“Mass’r Richard tear roun’ to de stables, and he tole Moke to saddle up Prince, and whilst de poor boy doin’ his best, he storm roun’ at dis thing and dat thing, till Prince work himself up in a fury, too, and I ‘spects dey’s both tired out by dis time. Prince he jist reared and kicked and foamed at de mouth, and did all de debil’s own horse could do to fling Mass’r Richard, and Mass’r Richard, he de whitest white man any body eber seen. Ki! but de whip come down steady, Miss Phill.”
“O, Harriet, how wretched you do make me.”
“Dar isn’t a bit need to worry, Miss Phill. Prince done tried himself wid Mass’r Richard ‘fore dis, and he allus come in de stable meek as a lamb. When Mass’r Richard’s got dat dumb debil in him, he’d ride a ragin’ lion, and bring him home like a lamb.”
“It’s not that, Harriet; it’s not that. But if he meet Master John there will be trouble—and O, the sin of it.”
“Dat am true as preachin’, Miss Phill.”
“If I could only see John Millard.”
“I’ll mighty soon go for him, ef you say so.”
“No; that will not do.”