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He twisted his lip a little, stroking his chin with his hand the
while. Jeremy Pitt had almost ceased to breathe.
"I'll give you ten pounds for him," said the Colonel at last.
Peter Blood prayed that the offer might be rejected. For no reason
that he could have given you, he was taken with repugnance at the
thought of becoming the property of this gross animal, and in some
sort the property of that hazel-eyed young girl. But it would need
more than repugnance to save him from his destiny. A slave is a
slave, and has no power to shape his fate. Peter Blood was sold
to Colonel Bishop - a disdainful buyer - for the ignominious sum of
ten pounds.

CHAPTER V
ARABELLA BISHOP

One sunny morning in January, about a month after the arrival of
the Jamaica Merchant at Bridgetown, Miss Arabella Bishop rode out
from her uncle's fine house on the heights to the northwest of the
city. She was attended by two negroes who trotted after her at a
respectful distance, and her destination was Government House,
whither she went to visit the Governor's lady, who had lately been
ailing.


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