At night Flower de Hundred was reached, and the children were with their aunt.
Sam left them to return to Jamestown with the horses.

As he went away, he took Robert aside and, with a strange look on his ebony face, said: "Spect sumfin bad am gwine ter happen, Masse Robert.

She neber sent ye heah but for bad luck ter come.

Look out for it now, lem me told ye; look out foh it now." Robert knew that all negroes were superstitious, and Sam's strange warning made very little impression on him.

He and his sister were happy with their relatives who were kind to them.
Occasionally the uncle and the aunt were found talking in subdued tones with eyes fixed on Robert and Rebecca; but he did not think it could have any relation to them.
The days were spent in frolicsome glee among the old Virginia woods, and the nights in healthful repose.