At last, however, he started with one of the farm-horses, for Sam had taken the doctor's best saddle-horse.

The doctor felt sure that the negro had robbed him, and was on his way to Canada; but in this he was mistaken.
Sam had gone to the city to attend a ball, and had decked himself out in his master's best suit.

The physician returned before morning, and again retired to bed but with little hope of sleep, for his thoughts were with his servant and horse.

At six o'clock, in walked Sam with his master's clothes, and the boots neatly blacked.

The watch was placed on the shelf, and the hat in its place.