"Yes, massa, me's here."
"Is Mistress Lucy well?"
"Welly miserable, sah. Missy say Massa Bold take care; she say 'God bless Massa.'"
Inwardly I blessed her for her thought of me; then I said:
"We must both be careful, Moses. Now, I must escape from this, and you must help me."
"Yes, Massa, me want to help, but dere is no way for po' Uncle Moses."
"We must find a way; we must," I said in a fierce whisper. "Could you come up and help me if I burst open the door? Are you strong? Could you knock a man down?"
"Me plenty strong, sah, but what good dat? Massa might get away, but what den?"
"Why, we could get among the trees in the darkness, and you could lead me to the road, and perhaps find me a horse, so that I could ride to Spanish Town."
"No, no, sah, me berry much 'fraid in dark, sah. Me shake like leaf now, sah; but in forest, wiv de bugaboos, me melt all away to water."