'Run, you wite debil, run for your life!' 'Let me go, you black scoundrel,' shrieked the Colonel, wild with rage. 'When he'm out ob reach, you'd kill him,' replied the negro, as cool as if he was doing an ordinary thing. 'I'll kill you, you black ---- hound, if you don't let me go,' again screamed the Colonel, struggling violently in the negro's grasp, and literally foaming at the mouth. 'I shan't lef you gwo, Cunnel, till you 'gree not to do dat.' The Colonel was a stout, athletic man, in the very prime of life, and his rage gave him more than his ordinary strength, but Scip held him as I might have held a child. 'Here, Jim,' shouted the Colonel to his body-servant, who just then emerged from among the trees, 'rouse the plantation--shoot this d---- nigger.' 'Dar ain't one on 'em wud touch him, massa. He'd send _me_ to de hot place wid one fist.' 'You ungrateful dog,' groaned his master. 'Mr. K----, will you stand by and see me handcuffed by a miserable slave?' 'The black means well, my friend; he has saved you from murder. Say he is safe, and I'll answer for his being away in an hour.' The Colonel made one more ineffectual attempt to free himself from the vice-like grip of the negro, then relaxed his efforts, and, gathering his broken breath, said, 'You're safe _now_, but if you're found within ten miles of my plantation by sunrise, by G---- you're a dead man.' The negro relinquished his hold, and, without saying a word, walked slowly away. 'Jim, you d---- rascal,' said the Colonel to that courageous darky, who was skulking off, 'raise every nigger on the plantation, catch Moye, or I'll flog you within an inch of your life.' 'I'll do dat, Cunnel; I'll kotch de ole debil, ef he's dis side de hot place.' His words were echoed by about twenty other darkies, who, attracted by the noise of the fracas, had gathered within a safe distance of the cabin. They went off with Jim, to raise the other plantation hands, and inaugurate the hunt. 'If that d---- nigger hadn't held me, I'd had Moye in h---- by this time,' said the Colonel to me, still livid with excitement. 'The law will deal with him. The negro has saved you from murder, my friend.' 'The law be d----; it's too good for such a -- hound; and that the d---- nigger should have dared to hold me,--by G----, he'll rue it.' He then turned, exhausted with the recent struggle, and, with a weak, uncertain step, entered the cabin. Kneeling down by the dead body of the negro, he attempted to raise it; but his strength was gone. Motioning to me to aid him, we placed the corpse on the bed. Tearing open the clothing, we wiped away the still flowing blood, and saw the terrible wound which had sent the negro to his account. It was sickening to look on, and I turned to go. The negro woman, who was weeping and wringing her hands, now approached the bed, and, in a voice nearly choked with sobs, said,-- 'Massa, oh massa, I done it! it's me dat killed him!'