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"
Master
Tibeats
wants
to
whip
me
for
using
the
nails
you
gave
me
,
"
I
replied
.
"
What
is
the
matter
with
the
nails
?
"
he
inquired
,
turning
to
Tibeats
.
Tibeats
answered
to
the
effect
that
they
were
too
large
,
paying
little
heed
,
however
,
to
Chapin
's
question
,
but
still
keeping
his
snakish
eyes
fastened
maliciously
on
me
.
"
I
am
overseer
here
,
"
Chapin
began
.
"
I
told
Platt
to
take
them
and
use
them
,
and
if
they
were
not
of
the
proper
size
I
would
get
others
on
returning
from
the
field
.
It
is
not
his
fault
.
Besides
,
I
shall
furnish
such
nails
as
I
please
.
I
hope
you
will
understand
that
,
Mr.
Tibeats
.
"
Tibeats
made
no
reply
,
but
,
grinding
his
teeth
and
shaking
his
fist
,
swore
he
would
have
satisfaction
,
and
that
it
was
not
half
over
yet
.
Thereupon
he
walked
away
,
followed
by
the
overseer
,
and
entered
the
house
,
the
latter
talking
to
him
all
the
while
in
a
suppressed
tone
,
and
with
earnest
gestures
.
I
remained
where
I
was
,
doubting
whether
it
was
better
to
fly
or
abide
the
result
,
whatever
it
might
be
.
Presently
Tibeats
came
out
of
the
house
,
and
,
saddling
his
horse
,
the
only
property
he
possessed
besides
myself
,
departed
on
the
road
to
Cheneyville
.
When
he
was
gone
,
Chapin
came
out
,
visibly
excited
,
telling
me
not
to
stir
,
not
to
attempt
to
leave
the
plantation
on
any
account
whatever
.
He
then
went
to
the
kitchen
,
and
calling
Rachel
out
,
conversed
with
her
some
time
.
Coming
back
,
he
again
charged
me
with
great
earnestness
not
to
run
,
saying
my
master
was
a
rascal
;
that
he
had
left
on
no
good
errand
,
and
that
there
might
be
trouble
before
night
.
But
at
all
events
,
he
insisted
upon
it
,
I
must
not
stir
.
As
I
stood
there
,
feelings
of
unutterable
agony
overwhelmed
me
.
I
was
conscious
that
I
had
subjected
myself
to
unimaginable
punishment
.
The
reaction
that
followed
my
extreme
ebullition
of
anger
produced
the
most
painful
sensations
of
regret
.
An
unfriended
,
helpless
slave
--
what
could
I
do
,
what
could
I
say
,
to
justify
,
in
the
remotest
manner
,
the
heinous
act
I
had
committed
,
of
resenting
a
white
man
's
contumely
and
abuse
.
I
tried
to
pray
--
I
tried
to
beseech
my
Heavenly
Father
to
sustain
me
in
my
sore
extremity
,
but
emotion
choked
my
utterance
,
and
I
could
only
bow
my
head
upon
my
hands
and
weep
.
For
at
least
an
hour
I
remained
in
this
situation
,
finding
relief
only
in
tears
,
when
,
looking
up
,
I
beheld
Tibeats
,
accompanied
by
two
horsemen
,
coming
down
the
bayou
.
They
rode
into
the
yard
,
jumped
from
their
horses
,
and
approached
me
with
large
whips
,
one
of
them
also
carrying
a
coil
of
rope
.
"
Cross
your
hands
,
"
commanded
Tibeats
,
with
the
addition
of
such
a
shuddering
expression
of
blasphemy
as
is
not
decorous
to
repeat
.
"
You
need
not
bind
me
,
Master
Tibeats
,
I
am
ready
to
go
with
you
anywhere
,
"
said
I.
