'What Sam is it?' asked the Colonel.
'Big Sam, the driver,' said Jim.
'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.
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 won't go,' said Madam P——.
'You stay to take care of Moye, I suppose,' said the Colonel, with a slight sneer.