“No, no; I set you both perfectly free.”
“Massa tink Pomp lazy—Hannibal no fight ’nuff?”
“My good fellow, no,” said my father, drawing his breath hard. “You do not fully understand. You were brought to this place and sold for a slave.”
“Yes, understand. Massa bought Hannibal.”
“Then now you are quite free to go where you like.”
“Where go to, sah?”
“As soon as we have beaten off these Indians, back to your own country.”
The black shook his head.
“You would like to go back to your own country?”
“No,” said the black, thoughtfully. “’Top fight for capen and Mass’ George.”