"'Judge,' he said--my father had been a Judge of the County Court for years--'if you'll take the case I'll give you this boy Aleck as a fee. He's worth a thousand dollars.' "'Send for him,' said my father. 'I'll tell you when I see him.' "So they brought him in. He was a big, strong boy, with powerful shoulders, black as a chunk of coal, and had a look about him that made you trust him at first sight. My father believed in him the moment he saw him. "'What did you run away for, Aleck?' he asked. "The boy held his head down. "'My mother died, Marster, an' I couldn't stay dar no mo'.' "'I'll take him,' said my father; 'but on condition that the boy wants to live with me.' "This was another one of the old gentleman's notions. He wouldn't have a negro on the place that he had to watch, nor one that wasn't happy. "The driver opened his eyes and laughed; but my father meant what he said, and the papers were made out on those terms. The boy was outside in charge of the Sheriff while the papers were being drawn, and when they were signed the driver brought him in and said: "'He's your property, Judge.' "'Aleck,' father said, 'you've heard?' "'Yes, sah.' "The boy stood with tears in his eyes. He thought he was going to get a life-sentence. He had never faced a judge before. "'Well, you're my property now, and I've got a proposition to make to you. There's my horse outside hitched to that post. Get on him and ride out to my plantation, two miles from here; anybody'll tell you where it is. Talk to my negroes around the quarters, and then go over to Mr. Shandon's and talk to his negroes--find out from any one of them what kind of a master I am, and then come back to me here before sundown and tell me if you want to live with me. If you don't want to live with me you can go free. Do you understand?' "My father said it all over again. Aleck looked at the driver, then at the Sheriff, and then at my father. Then he crept out of the room, got on the mare, and rode up the pike. "'You've thrown your money away,' said the driver, shrugging his shoulders. 'You'll never see that nigger again.' "The Sheriff laughed, and they both went out. Father said nothing and waited. About an hour before sundown back came Aleck. Father always said he never saw a man change so in four hours. He went out crouching like a dog, his face over his shoulder, scared to death, and he came back with his head up and a snap in his eye, looking as if he could whip his weight in wildcats. "'I'll go wid ye, an' thank ye all my life,' was all he said. "Well, it got out around the village, and that night the other two runaways--the man and wife--they were hiding in the town--gave themselves up, and one of our neighbors bought them both and set them to work on a plantation next to ours, and the driver went away happy.