"What you want ob Jube? Where shall he jump?"
"Out of slavery into liberty," was the answer. "Run away from the young man who owns you for his slave."
"Slave! slave!—what for Jube run away from young master? What for who says so—Jube happy very much."
"But you are a slave!"
Jube laughed till all his white teeth shone again:
"Jube like slave."
"He makes you work for nothing!"
Jube looked down at his brawny frame, and laughed again.
"Come, cuff, make haste!" cried the man whose wagon was waiting, "you've no time to lose. They'll be coming out soon, and then it's all day with your chance."
In his eager philanthropy, the man put his arm through Jube's, and attempted to drag him toward the willow tree, where his horse was fastened, but Jube shook him off.