t looked in his face, but supposed that some of
Latour's people had come back for her.

"Now you will come with me," said Bayou to Papalier, impatiently.

"I will, thank you. Toussaint, help her up behind me, and carry the
child, will you? Hold fast, Therese, and leave off trembling as soon as
you can."

Therese would let no one carry the infant but herself. She kept her
seat well behind her master, though still trembling when she alighted at
the stables at Breda.

Placide and Denis were on the watch at the stables.

"Run, Denis!" said his brother. And Denis was off to tell his mother
that Toussaint and Monsieur Bayou were safe home.

"Anything happened, Placide?" asked Bayou.

"Yes, sir. The people were sent for to Latour's, and most of them are
gone. Not all, sir. Saxe would not go till he saw father; nor Cassius,
nor Antoine, nor--"

"Is there any mischief done? Anybody hurt?"

"No, sir. They went off very quietly."

"Quietly, indeed! They take quietly enough all the kindness I have
shown them these thirty years. They quietly take the opportunity of
leaving me alone to-night, of all nights, when the devils from hell are
abroad, scattering their fire as they go."

"If you will enter, Monsieur Bayou," said Toussaint, "my wife will get
you supper; and the boys and I will collect the people that are left,
and bring them up to the house. They have not touched your arms, sir.
If you will have them ready for us--"

"Good, good! Papalier, we cannot do better. Come in. Toussaint, take
home this young woman. Your girls will take care of her. Eh! what's
the matter? Well, put her where you will--only let her be taken care
of--that is all."

"I will speak to Jeannette, sir."

"Ay, do. Jeannette will let Therese come to no harm, Papalier. Come
in, till Toussaint brings a report of how matters stand with us poor
masters."

CHAPTER THREE.

WHAT TO DO!

The report brought by Toussaint was astounding to his hearers, even
after the preparation afforded by the events of the evening. It was
clear that the negroes had everything in their own hand, and that the
spirit roused in them was so fierce, so revengeful, as to leave no hope
that they would use their power with moderation. The Breda estate, and
every one near it, was to be ravaged when those on the north side of the
plain were completely destroyed. The force assembled at Latour's
already amounted to four thousand; and no assistance c