"Here, young massa, in Cato's cabin," said the negro.
"Yes, I remember now," said Robert.
"Did you sleep well, young massa?"
"Yes, Cato. I slept soundly. Only don't call me young master, for I am not likely to be any body's master, except, perhaps, my own."
"Just as young massa says," said Cato, rather inconsistently. "Here's your clothes, just as dry as can be; only don't get up till you get rested. There's plenty of time."
"I'm rested now, Cato, thank you," said Robert.
He sprang from his couch and hastily put on his clothes. He found that through the kind services of the negro they were quite dry, though his shirt-bosom and cuffs presented rather a limp appearance, the starch having soaked out of them. This was, however, a minor calamity, to which he paid but little attention.
When he was dressed he turned to go away, though he hardly knew where to direct his course.
"Stop," said Cato. "Cato have breakfast ready in a minute."