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Chapter 11
HeinquiredhowMyersandPlattgotalongtogether,andwastold,verywell,andthatPlattwasgoinguptoFord’splantationinthemorningonavisit.
"Poh,poh!"sneeredTibeats;"itisn’tworthwhile—theniggerwillgetunsteady. Hecan’tgo."
ButEldretinsistedIhadworkedfaithfully—thathehadgivenmehispromise,andthat,underthecircumstances,Ioughtnottobedisappointed. Theythen,itbeingaboutdark,enteredonecabinandItheother. Icouldnotgiveuptheideaofgoing;itwasasoredisappointment. BeforemorningIresolved,ifEldretmadenoobjection,toleaveatallhazards. AtdaylightIwasathisdoor,withmyblanketrolledupintoabundle,andhangingonastickovermyshoulder,waitingforapass. Tibeatscameoutpresentlyinoneofhisdisagreeablemoods,washedhisface,andgoingtoastumpnearby,satdownuponit,apparentlybusilythinkingwithhimself. Afterstandingtherealongtime,impelledbyasuddenimpulseofimpatience,Istartedoff.
"Areyougoingwithoutapass?"hecriedouttome.
"Yes,master,IthoughtIwould,"Ianswered.
"Howdoyouthinkyou’llgetthere?"demandedhe.
"Don’tknow,"wasallthereplyImadehim.
"You’dbetakenandsenttojail,whereyououghttobe,beforeyougothalf-waythere,"headded,passingintothecabinashesaidit. Hecameoutsoonwiththepassinhishand,andcallingmea"d—dniggerthatdeservedahundredlashes,"threwitontheground. Ipickeditup,andhurriedawayrightspeedily.