George vowed that no reward could induce him to be guilty of such an enormity, and followed it up by so skilful an allusion to the progressing youth of his master that the latter swore he was right, and that he could dance better than he could at thirty, and to prove it executed, with extraordinary agility for a man who rode at twenty stone, a _pas seul_ which made the floor rock and set the windows and ornaments to rattling as if there had been an earthquake. Suddenly, with a loud “Whew,” he flung himself into an arm-chair, panting and perspiring. “It’s you, sir,” he gasped--“you put me up to it.” “Nor, suh; tain me, Marse Nat--I’s tellin’ you de truf,” asserted George, moved to defend himself. “You infernal old rascal, it is you,” panted the Major, still mopping his face--“you have been running riot so long you need regulation--I’ll tell you what I’ll do--I’ll marry and give you a mistress to manage you--yes, sir, I’ll get married right away. I know the very woman for you--she’ll make you walk chalk!” For thirty years this had been his threat, so George was no more alarmed than he was at the promise of being sold, or turned loose upon the world as a free man. He therefore inquired solemnly, “Marse Nat, le’ me ax you one thing--you ain’ thinkin’ ‘bout givin’ me that ole one for a mistis is you?” “What old one, fool?” The Major stopped panting. George Washington denoted the side of his head where Miss Jemima’s thin curls nestled. “Get out of this room. Tell Dilsy to pack your chest, I’ll send you off to-morrow morning.” George Washington blinked with the gravity of a terrapin. It might have been obtuseness; or it might have been silent but exquisite enjoyment which lay beneath his black skin. “George Washington,” said the Major almost in a whisper, “what made you think that?” It was to George Washington’s undying credit that not a gleam flitted across his ebony countenance as he said solemnly, “Marse Nat, I ain say I _think_ nuttin--I jis ax you, Is you?--She been meckin mighty partic’lar quiration ‘bout de plantation and how many niggers we got an’ all an’ I jis spicionate she got her eye sort o’ set on you an’ me, dat’s all.” The Major bounced to his feet, and seizing his hat and gloves from the table, burst out of the room. A minute later he was shouting for his horse in a voice which might have been heard a mile. V.