The black giant turned as calmly as if his mistress had called him, and seized the fellow’s cutlas hand in one huge fist, crushing bone and steel into gory pulp without visible effort. His lips never opened, his tremendous chest was ruffled not one whit; Milo’s eyes alone gave warning of what he might do if occasion arose; and fooled by his obvious carelessness, the white men closed around him, knives and cutlases drawn, frantic for his life.

They should have known better. Their lessons had been many and vivid; but not a man of them all was of the caliber to learn from a slave. Milo kept hold of his man’s hand, and at the scrape of steel leaving scabbard, he brought up his free hand and grasped the fellow’s left wrist. Then, springing aside with the resistless impulse of a charging buffalo, he