Frederick knows he can’t attempt an escape without help. He confidently walks over to John, “Hello John, I was wondering if-if----” “If I want to help you escape the plantation? I already told you that you can’t escape.” “ Come on John, I see that you want to. I know it’s a big risk to take but wouldn’t you risk anything for freedom?” “I guess so. I will help you but only if you help me get my way to the free land.”
Frederick ran across the field along with the other slaves and John. “Once we get off the plantation we follow the river to safety. Everyone grab your protections and if someone sees you then need to lie to keep you from being dead.” "Frederick, there is a man standing right there. What if he sees us and finds out we are slaves.” “I have an idea, don’t worry.” “You people look like your going somewhere.” “No sir we are fisherman.” “Including the lady you got there?” “She wanted to come along to see the water.” “Well carry on then.” Frederick and the rest of the slaves didn’t go long until someone had suspicions about them. “Well what do we have here. Three slaves huh.” Frederick knew that this was all his fault. He might have ruined the rest of the other slave’s lives.
The people that caught them were two officers. While the officers took a break, John whispered to Frederick, “What are going to do now?” “Just watch.” Frederick threw the protections into the fire. But John still had his protections so Frederick told him to put it in his biscuit and eat it. As the officers took the slaves to the police station, Frederick felt as if he was responsible to all the other slaves going to jail too. Frederick had a burden to carry for the rest of his life. Frederick felt as if the cell was closing up on him. The jail was small and the cell was so small that Frederick barely fit in it. All of a sudden, Frederick heard a familiar voice. "Mr. Auld?" "Frederick do you know why I'm here?" "No sir." "Frederick you are moving to learn a trade and get a job.