The storming of the fort then began, and after watching the evolutions of the Indians for some time, Sam said: "We mustn't stay here.

Those red skins are working around this way, and 'll find us.

Crawl on your hands and knees, all of you, and follow me." "Whar's ye gwine to, Mas' Sam ?" asked Joe.
"_Sh, sh_," said Judie.

"Don't talk Joe, but do as Brother Sam tells you.

Don't you know he always knows what's best?
Besides, maybe he hasn't quite found out where he's going yet, himself." But Joe was not as confident of Sam's genius for doing the right thing as Judie was, and so, after crawling for some distance, he again broke silence.
"Miss Judie." "What do you want, Joe ?" "Does _you_ know whar Mas' Sam's a-takin' us to, an' what he's gwine to do when he gits dar ?" "No, of course I don't." "How you know den, dat he's doin' de bes' thing ?" But the conversation was terminated by a word from Sam, who said, in a whisper, "Joe, I'll tell you _where we're going if you keep talking_." "Whar, Mas' Sam ?" "Into the hands of the Indians.