And Jeanne found her words true. It was a small low room without furniture of any kind. A pile of straw upon which the darky lay was the only thing in it. There were iron shutters at the windows so strong that it would require the strength of a man to open them. The door was bolted and Jeanne resumed her seat by the girl in a hopeless manner. "What can we do, Snowball?" "Nuffin. Can't do a bressed thing tell de missus ready ter let us out. 'Tain't so bad when yer gits usen ter de dahk." "Does your back hurt much?" "Not now, honey. It did huht awful when dey pouhed de brine on tho'." "The brine! Not salt water, Snowball?" "Yes'm. It did huht shore nuff when dey pouhed dat on. Dey does it kase dey think de whip won't make no scahs when dey heal. But it do huht awful." This new horror held Jeanne silent, and her tears fell fast. A fierce indignation foreign to her usually gentle nature shook her from head to foot. "And father used to say that abolitionists were extremists," she thought. "Oh, if ever I get home again I'll cry out on the streets against slavery." "Is yer cryin', lill' missy?" exclaimed Snowball, as the warm drops fell upon her hands. "Done yer do it. It done mattah 'bout a pore nigga laik me. Heah you is tiahed mos' ter def, I reckon. Can't yer sleep?" "I'll try, Snowball," and Jeanne crept beside the girl on her straw. "I am tired. I almost wish I could die." "Done yer be downhahted, missy. Dey'll take me outen heah soon. Jes' as soon as ma back gits well, kase dey can't 'ford ter lose a val'able nigga laik me, and ef dey doesn't take you outen dis 'fore den I'll run away ter de Gin'ral. Heaps of de cullah folks go ter him." "Will you, Snowball?" A gleam of hope stole into Jeanne's heart. She snuggled down into the straw and soon fell into a deep sleep. When she awakened she was alone in the room. During her slumber Snowball had been taken away, and Jeanne missed her companionship sorely. A pitcher of water and some bread had been placed by her side, and the girl ate ravenously for she had taken no food since the day before. Then once more she wandered about the room trying to find some means of escape. Realizing that her efforts were useless she sank back on the straw and gave herself up to thoughts of home and her dear parents. How little any of them thought that her journey would turn out as it had. She pictured her father's indignation when she should tell him of the treatment she had received and her mother's anxiety concerning her. Well, even if Snowball did not get to see General Butler he would seek her just as soon as he heard from her father. Perhaps when he found that he did not hear from her he would come to see what the matter was. And so the hours passed drearily by.