Yer gotter go down de main road; here, man--don't I tell yer dat ain't de way." Harry had now gained the fence and had already begun to loosen the reins when Alec, out of breath and highly indignant over the refusal to carry out his warning, reached his side.
"You better come right back f'om whar ye started," the old negro puffed; "ye can't go dat way or dey'll set de dogs on ye." Here his eyes rested on the reins and forelock.

"What! you got a horse an' you--" Harry turned and laid his hand on the old servant's shoulder.

He could hardly control his voice: "Don't you know me, Alec?
I'm Harry!" The old man bent down, peered into Harry's eyes, and with a quick spring forward grabbed him by both shoulders.
"You my Marse Harry!--you!" His breath was gone now, his whole body in a tremble, his eyes bulging from his head.
"Yes, Alec, Harry! It's only the beard.

Look at me! I didn't want my father to see us--that's why I kept on." The old servant threw up his hands and caught his young master around the neck.

For some seconds he could not speak.
"And de colonel druv ye out!" he gasped.