You have been a good boy, and I have no wish to get rid of you; but this gentleman don't know the ways of the country, and I want to be sure he has someone with him he can trust." The lad looked at Reuben gravely, with his small eyes deeply sunken under the projecting eyebrows.
"Jim will go," he said.

"He look after white man and Tartar, to please Massa Hudson and young Missy." "That's right, Jim," his employer said.
"That's a good stroke of business," he went on, as he turned away with Reuben; "if you treat these black fellows well, and they get attached to you, they are faithful to death." "You will see that fellow will never let your horse out of his sight.

If you ride twenty miles across country, there he will be by your side as you dismount, ready to take it, and looking as fresh as paint.

At night he will sleep in the stable, and will be ready, at all times and places, to make a fire, and cook a damper or a bit of meat, if you are lucky enough to have one by you.

All the people about the place would do anything, I believe, for Frances; and the fact that you have saved her life will bind this boy to you, at first.