But Joe was not as confident of Sam's genius for doing the right thing as Judie was, and so, after crawling for some distance, he again broke silence.
"Miss Judie."
"What do you want, Joe?"
"Does you know whar Mas' Sam's a-takin' us to, an' what he's gwine to do when he gits dar?"
"No, of course I don't."
"How you know den, dat he's doin' de bes' thing?"
But the conversation was terminated by a word from Sam, who said, in a whisper,
"Joe, I'll tell you where we're going if you keep talking."
"Whar, Mas' Sam?"
"Into the hands of the Indians. Keep your mouth shut, if you don't want your hair lifted off your head."