Aun' Suke was waddling toward this with the feeling
that a "char'ot wuz waitin' fer her now, sho!"
Mr. and Mrs. Baron looked at each other in quick, comprehensive
sympathy, then hastily and partially dressed. Mr. Baron took his
revolver while "ole miss" snatched a sharp carving-knife from the
dining-room. By the time they reached the scene, Aun' Suke filled
the back seat of the carriage and the rest of the space was being
filled with babies.
"Stop that!" shouted Mr. Baron. "Before I'll let you take my mules
I'll shoot 'em both."
"Ole miss" wasted no time in threats--she simply cut the traces and
there were Aun' Suke and the babies stranded. The negroes drew
together on one side and master and mistress on the other. The faces
of the latter were aglow with anger; on the countenances of the
former were mingled perplexity and sullen defiance, but the old
habit of deference still had its restraining influence.
"Go and starve and leave us to starve, if you will," shouted Mr.
Baron, "but you shall steal none of my property.
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