You'll live a deal longer on the plantations than most of 'em.

Now, Garay, I think you can go.

It will be the last farewell for you two." The exulting spy left the close little place, and Robert felt that a breath of hate went with him.

His feet disappeared up a narrow little stair, and the slaver cut the cords that bound Robert.
"You'll be locked in here," he said, "and it's not worth while to damage good property by keeping it tied up too long." "That's so," said Robert, trying to preserve a light manner.

"You want to keep me strong and active for the work on the plantations.