"He beats her with a whip, suh."
"My God!" Harry exclaimed. "Why don't she leave him?"
"She has left him, suh. She is staying with a friend. It has been hard for her to get away. She has been a slave, too."
Harry's voice trembled with emotion when he answered:
"I am sure that none of her friends knew how she was being treated."
"I suppose that she was hoping an' praying, suh, that he would change."
"I think that one of us will take you to Peasley's to-morrow night," said Harry. "Meanwhile I hope you get a good rest."
With that he left them, filled the mouth of the cave with hay and went into the house. There he told his good friends of what he had heard.
"I shall go down to St. Louis," he said. "I read in the paper that there was a boat Monday."
"The first thing to do is to go to bed," said Sarah. "There's not much left of the night."