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plan to impede the progress of their pursuer, and
three more slaves were brought up.

Just then I heard several of the crew shouting
out ‘ El heretico !’ and what was my horror to see
them dragging Paul aft. He spoke to them in
such Spanish as he could command, but uttered no
cry, and when he understood their object, walked
calmly among them to the gangway.

I could not restrain myself, but ran up to him
and implored my English-speaking friend to plead
on his behalf.

‘Take care my lad, or you may be treated in
the same way,’ was the answer.

-¢Oh, but he has just heard of his mother, who
longs to see him, and I have promised to take him
to her,’ I cried out. ‘Ob, ask them if any of them
have mothers from whom they have been long
parted, would they not desire to see them again?
Will they not have compassion on my poor
friend ?’

‘Don’t grieve for me, Massa Harry,’ said Paul,
while the sailors were lashing him to the plank.
‘God take care of me. Give my lub to my moder,
and tell her I meet her in heaven, and she know

me den.’