spered. Bayou could hear none. In a moment, Henri
continued.

"It is Toussaint, I thought we should meet him hereabouts."

The next turn of the path brought them upon Toussaint, who was advancing
with the led horse from Breda. Not far behind him was Madame Oge's
house, the door standing wide, and, seen by the light within, a woman in
the doorway. Toussaint pulled up, Henri leaped down, and ran to shake
hands with his friend. Papalier took the opportunity to say, in a low
voice, to Bayou--

"You must send your fellow there on board ship. You must, there is no
doubt of it. The Governor, and all the householders in Cap, are doing
so with their cleverest negroes; and if there is a clever one in the
colony, it is Toussaint."

"I shall do no such thing," said Bayou. "I have trusted Toussaint for
these thirty years; and I shall not distrust him now--now when we most
need those we can best confide in."

"That is exactly what Monsieur Clement said of his postillion; and it
was his postillion that struck him to the heart. You must send
Toussaint on board ship; and I will tell you how--"

Papalier stopped, perceiving that the two negroes were not talking, but
had their eyes fixed on him.

"What is that?" said Henri. "Is Toussaint to go on board ship?"

"No, no; nonsense," said Bayou; "I am not going to send anybody on board
ship. All quiet at Breda, I suppose, Toussaint?"

"All quiet, sir, at present. Monsieur Papalier--on board ship I will
not go."

"As your master pleases. It is no concern of mine, Toussaint," said
Papalier.

"So I think," replied Toussaint.

"You see your faithful hands, your very obedient friends, have got a
will of their own already," whispered Papalier to Bayou, as they set
their horses forward again: Henri turning homewards on the tired horse
which had carried double, and Bayou mounting that which Toussaint had
brought.

"Will you go round, or pass the house?" Toussaint asked of his master.
"Madame Oge is standing in the doorway."

Bayou was about to turn his horse's head, but the person in the doorway
came out into the darkness, and called him by his name. He was obliged
to go forward.

"Madame," said he, "I hope you have no trouble with your people. I hope
your people are all steady."

"Never mind me and my people," replied a tremulous voice. "What I want
to know is, what has happened at Cap. Who have risen? Whose are these
fires?"

"The negroes have risen on a f