"Miss Dory, Miss Dory!" she exclaimed, clutching the girl's arm with
such force that the pail fell to the ground and the berries were
spilled, "you ain't gwine for ter sell me to nobody? Say you ain't, an'
fo' de Lawd I'll never touch nothin', nor lie, nor sass ole Miss, nor
make faces and mumble like she does. I'll be a fust cut nigger, an' say
my prars ebery night. I'se done got a new one down ter Jacksonville. Say
you ain't."

In her surprise Miss Dory did not at first speak; then, shaking Mandy
Ann's hand from her arm and pushing back her sunbonnet she said: "What
do you mean, and where did you come from? The 'Hatty,' I s'pose, but she
must be late. I'd given you up. Who's gwine ter buy yer?"

"Ted done tole me mabby de man on de boat from de Norf, what got on ter
Palatka, an' done as't the way hyar, might be after me--an'--"

She got no further, for her own arm was now clutched as her mistress's
had been, while Miss Dory asked, "What man? How did he look? Whar is
he?" and her eyes, shining with expectancy, looked eagerly around.

Very rapidly Mandy Ann told all she knew of the stranger, while the
girl's face grew radiant as she listened. "An' he done holler and say
how he want me an' follered me, an' when I turn off at the grave he was
still follerin' me. He's comin' hyar. You won't sell me, shoo'," Mandy
Ann said, and her mistress replied, "Sell you? No. It was one of Ted's
lies. He is my friend. He's comin' to see me. Hurry!"

Eudora was racing now through the briers, and weeds, and palmetto
stumps, and dragging Mandy Ann with her.