United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
"There may not be one who would dare say so, because they know better;
but give the best of them the chance and see how quickly he would skip
over the border into abolition territory. If you think the darkies are
loyal to their masters, what are you afraid of? According to your idea,
if that darkey ahead betrays anybody, he ought to betray me, for I am
Union and he heard me tell his master so yesterday. But if you think he
can't be trusted to keep his mouth shut, we'll turn him to the
right-about in short order."
"And lose the benefit of his knowledge?" said Rodney. "I wouldn't do
that. Let him stay as long as Merrick told him to, and in the mean time
I will talk as though I knew he would repeat every word I say."
This thing of being obliged to place a curb upon their tongues when they
wanted to speak freely was annoying in the extreme; but it might have
saved them some trouble and anxiety if they had done it from the first.
CHAPTER XII.
TWICE SURPRISED.
During the whole of their journey through the woods, which did not come
to an end until long after four o'clock that afternoon, the negro guide
never once spoke to the boys unless he was first spoken to, nor did they
see any living' thing except a drove of half-wild hogs, which fled
precipitately at their approach. The plantation darkies, as a general
thing, were talkative and full of life, and this unwonted silence on the
part of their conductor finally produced an effect upon Tom Percival
who, when the noon halt was called, took occasion to give the man a good
looking over. He was not very well satisfied with the result of his
examination.
"How much farther do you go with us, boy?" said he.
"Not furder'n Mr. Truman's house, an' dat aint above ten mile from
hyar," was the answer.
"Truman," repeated Tom. "He's all right. I was told to stop on the way
and call upon him for anything I might need. Hurry up and take us there;
and when you do," he added in a whisper, to Rodney, "we'll say good-by
to you. You were right; he's treacherous. He's a red-eyed nigger, and
when you see a nigger of that sort you want to look out for him."
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