Johnson spent the next week eavesdropping on his father's conversations and investigating ways he could help Nyame escape. Many have tried and failed. He swore he would help her make it out alive. He observed all the persons who were on watch in the night, their movements and habits. He found out about a free town, where slaves escaped to. His father was worried about the uprising which was why he was so adamant on driving fear into the slaves he kept. But the town was several miles away. He would have to steal a carriage. That would be noisy. That night he had taken his horse out for a ride about 2 miles out, hid him deep in the bushes and walked back home. He'd decided that tomorrow night was the night. The watchmen would be drunk. It would be easy for them to slip passed undetected as long as they avoided the road and stayed close to the river.

The next day he left a note for Nyame telling her to meet him at their usual spot, in the common. That night, there was no moon. The night was as black as tar. It was difficult to see but he told her not to bring a lantern. He heard bustling in the bushes behind him.

"Hello?" He whispered. No one replied.

"Nyame?" He whispered a little louder.

"What are you doing out here boy?"

Johnson froze at the sound of his father's voice.

"N-n-nothing" he stammered.

"I've been noticing you coming out here alot, why? You've got nothing to do with the slaves reading, right?" He asked.

"No I hate them, why would I help?"

Nyame heard Johnson say when she got close. She heard Busha's voice and stopped abruptly. She heard as Johnson betrayed her with his vile words. She stayed still in the field as Busha passed by back towards the hill. When she was sure he was gone, she confronted Johnson.

"I thought you were different, but all you white men sit on your high place on our backs and call yourself mighty"

"No Nyame, it's not like that, I had to get rid of him"

"So you go against me"

"No no, I called you here so we could escape"

"No Busha will kill me! No!"

"Nyame, if we stay here, he will eventually kill you and we can never be together, let us go where we can have a chance". Nyame considered his words.

"Runaway?, many try, all die".

"I've a plan". They began to run down to the river. They heard shouts behind them, the men had seen they're shadows in the common. They shot blindly in the night. None grazed them. When they got to the river, they ran, and kept running. Running towards the freedom to love, toward emancipation.