Two boats came by with men holding guns.
"What's that over yonder?"
"A piece of raft, sir."
"Are you off it?"
"Yes sir."
"Any men on it?"
"One, sir."
"Well, three n*****s ran off last night. Is your man white or black?"
"He's white, sir."
They went off.
I knowed I'd done wrong. My conscious got to bothering me something awful. Then I said to myself, "Wait a minute. What if I'd told? Would I feel better? No, I wouldn't. I'd feel bad. I'd feel just like I feel now." There it was. What's the use of trying to do good, if it's troublesome to do good and it ain't no trouble to do bad and the wages is just the same? Well, I had me there. I couldn't answer that one.