behind him, the old man followed, in wondering pride, on his
footsteps. To see him stand amid the swinging cradles in the wheat field,
ordering the slaves and arguing with the overseer, was sufficient delight
unto the Major's day. "Nonsense, Molly," he would reply half angrily to his
wife's remonstrances. "The child can't be spoiled. I tell you he's too fine
a boy. I couldn't spoil him if I tried," and once out of his grandmother's
sight, Dan's arrogance was laughed at, and his recklessness was worshipped.
"Ah, you will make a man, you will make a man!" the Major had exclaimed
when he found him swearing at the overseer, "but you mustn't curse, you
really mustn't, you know. Why, your grandmother won't let me do it."

"But I told him to leave that haystack for me to slide on," complained the
boy, "and he said he wouldn't, and began to pull it down. I wish you'd send
him away, grandpa."

"Send Harris away!" whistled the Major. "Why, where could I get another,
Dan? He has been with me for twenty years."

"Hi, young Marster, who gwine min' de han's?" cried Big Abel, from behind.

"Do you like him, Big Abel?" asked the child, for the opinion of Big Abel
was the only one for which he ever showed respect. "It's because he's not
free, grandpa," he had once explained at the Major's jealous questioning.
"I wouldn't hurt his feelings because he's not free, you know, and he
couldn't answer back," and the Major had said nothing more.

Now "Do you like him, Big Abel?" he inquired; and to the negro's "He's done
use me moughty well, suh," he said gravely, "Then he shall stay,
grandpa--and I'm sorry I cursed you, Harris," he added before he left the
field. He would always own that he was wrong, if he could once be made to
see it, which rarely happened.

"The boy's kind heart will save him, or he is lost," said the Governor,
sadly, as Dan tore by on his little pony, his black hair blown from his
face, his gray eyes shining.

"He has a kind heart, I know," returned Mrs. Ambler, gently; "the servants
and the animals adore him--but--but do you think it well for Betty to be
thrown so much with him? He is very wild, and they deny him nothing. I wish
she went with Champe instead--but what do you think?"

"I don't know, I don't know," answered the Governor, uneasily. "He told the
doctor to mind his own business, yesterday--and that is not unlike Betty,
herself, I am sorry to say--but this morning I saw him give his month's
pocket money t