Mulock made no reply, but strode toward the door. Gaston said quickly: 'Hold on, Bony, don't vamoose just yet. D----d if I'll help you out of this if you don't promise to work like an honest fellow to pay me.' 'I will, Gus; I'll leave off drinkin' ter onst; I'll work day and night, I will.' 'Well, my rustic beauty, are you ready to sign a bill of sale?' 'Yas; but I reckon, bein's as ye set so high on Bony, ye kin go a trifle more'n thet; jest the 'spences down yere?' 'Not another red,' said Gaston. 'Wall, he ain't of no account, nohow; I reckon he ain't wuth no more. Count out th' pewter.' I procured writing utensils from the bar room, and in a few moments drew up a paper, by which, in consideration of one hundred dollars, to her in hand, that day paid, Jane Mulock, of Chalk Level, in the county of Harnet, and State of North Carolina, did sell, assign, transfer, make over, convey, and forever quit claim unto Phyllis Preston, otherwise known as Phyllis Mulock, of the town of Newbern, in the county of Craven, and State aforesaid, all her right, title, and interest in and to the body, soul, wearing apparel, and other possessions, of one Napoleon Bonaparte Mulock, whom the said Jane charged with being her husband; and also all claims or demands she had on him for a support, she binding herself never to institute any suit or suits against him in any court of the State of North Carolina, or of any other State, or of the United States, for the crime of bigamy, or for any other crime, misdemeanor, or abomination committed against herself at any time prior to the date of said instrument. In testimony whereof she, the said Jane Mulock, did sign the sign of the cross, and affix her seal to a half sheet of dirty paper, whereto Gustavus A. Gaston, and the writer hereof, were witnesses.[4] Both Mulock and his wife thought the instrument a valid one. He again took Phyllis to his bosom, and Jane, I have been told, married another husband. In view of the latter fact, I have never been able to wholly satisfy my conscience for the part I took in the transaction. CHAPTER VIII. While we were at breakfast on the following morning, Preston said to me: 'I think I had better leave Phylly and Rosey here till I can consult with my wife; we have house servants enough, and Phylly can't work in the field. It may be advisable to let her remain in Newbern.' 'And what will you do with the little yellow boy?' 'Oh, take him with us. There's always something the little fellows can do. We'll call at his mother's and get him.'