"Yes, little master, safe on the shore."
"But when will they come after us, Jube? I do so want to see them. Mamma was so tired she couldn't say good-night, and papa—I feel very, very unhappy about papa; he never left me so long before."
"But he couldn't help it, little master; sure he couldn't."
"I know that. Of course he couldn't; but, oh! when will he come? Jube, Jube, my heart aches so!"
"Jube's heart aches, too."
"Does it, Jube, like mine—heavy, heavy; and when I ask you about them, it aches worse? Dear old Jube, I won't do it. You shall see how bravely I can wait."
The child took one of Jube's hard hands in his, as he spoke, and led the negro away.
"Why, how you shake, Jube! What for? I never felt you shake so before!" he said, laying his other delicate hand caressingly over that of the black man's.
"Jube helped row the boat, little master, and it is hard work."
"But you are so strong, Jube; strong as a lion, and as brave; papa said so."