"I have found a little yellow boy, who says that he belongs to a man in Lexington. Come and see him."
"This man claims you as his property, Joe; he says that you ran away and left him," said the Colonel.
"Yes, sah, I belongs to him," said Joe, who told his story again in a plain, straightforward manner, showing a neck scarred and cut by the whip.
"You can talk with Joe, sir, if you wish," said the Colonel.
"Have not I always treated you well?" the Judge asked.
"No, massa, you hasn't," was the square, plump reply.
"How so?"
"When I came to you and told you I couldn't stand it any longer, you said, 'Go back, you dog!'"
"Did not I tell you that I would take you away?"