“You have beat me,” said Smith, as soon as he saw the cards.
Jerry, who was standing on top of the table, with the bank-notes and silver dollars round his feet, was now ordered to descend from the table.
“You will not forget that you belong to me,” said Johnson, as the young slave was stepping from the table to a chair.
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“No, sir,” replied the chattel.
“Now go back to your bed, and be up in time to-morrow morning to brush my clothes and clean my boots, do you hear?”
“Yes, sir,” responded Jerry, as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
As Mr. Smith left the gaming-table, he said: “I claim the right of redeeming that boy, Mr. Johnson. My father gave him to me when I came of age, and I promised not to part with him.”
“Most certainly, sir, the boy shall be yours whenever you hand me over a cool thousand,” replied Johnson.