"Why was he whipped?"
"He told me you were his master, and insisted on whipping Moye," replied the lady.
"Did he dare to do that? Give him a hundred, Jim, not one less," roared the Colonel.
"Yas, massa," said Jim, turning to go.
The lady looked significantly at the negro and shook her head, but said nothing, and he left.
"Come, Alice, it is nearly time for meeting, and I want to stop and see Sandy on the way."
"I reckon I wont go," said Madam P——.
"You stay to take care of Moye, I suppose," said the Colonel, with a slight sneer.
"Yes," replied the lady, "he is badly hurt, and in danger of inflammation."
"Well, suit yourself. Mr. K——, come, we'll go—you'll meet some of the natives."