When Sunday morning finally arrived, Frederick, Henry, John, and the fellow slaves all headed towards the field, the usual crops sticking straight up out of the field, and the hot sun beating down on them. But Frederick then felt a sensation he will never forget, as quick as a lightning bolt, he turned to Sandy and frantically proclaimed, “Sandy! Someone has betrayed us! I am almost sure of it!” Sandy glanced up from his work, and shook his head worriedly, “That can’t be true Frederick! If that was true then we are going to get arrested, and escape will be even further from reach!” “Sandy it’s true! Get rid of your protections!” Fredericks heart was thumping out of his chest, like the sound of drums loudly banging back and forth. Everything was ruined, and within time, Mr. Freeland stuck his head out to the field, and called, “Frederick, Henry, John, come here, right now!” And together they all walked towards Mr. Freeland, a look of worry across their face, knowing someone had betrayed them.
And just as Frederick had suspected, within a flash of time his hands were tied behind his back, and four white constables stood over him. “You are Frederick Douglass, correct?” One of them asked. “Yes, I am.” “You have been accused of attempting to escape this plantation. Whether that is true or not, I will have to do an examination of you and your two friends. If this accusation is false, then you will be released unharmed, understand?” Frederick nodded his head, and as the constables were talking, John had been tied up easily as Frederick was, but Henry wasn’t so willing to get tied up. “Stop! You will not tie me up!” The constables shook their head, “You either get tied up or we kill you!” But louder than a lion he shouted, “I’d rather be dead than get tied up!” A look of fierceness was across Henry's face, with true defiance he continued screeching, "I will not get tied up!" This gave Frederick and the others just enough time, and quickly threw their protections into the fire, or ate them quickly.
Frederick was then sent to a cold, dark cell, the stone floor completely empty, only holding Frederick and an empty, small bed inside of it. Hope for Frederick had now been snatched away faster than ever, and left Frederick with awful thoughts flaring through his mind. "I had my chance, and I blew it," he sighed to himself. He stared down at his feet, feeling more disappointed in himself than he ever had before. It was then when he head the faint sound of his master, Captain Auld, and Mr. Freeland discussing his fate. "Maybe we can take him to Alabama! How much trouble can he cause there?" "What about my brother Hugh, in Baltimore?" Frederick's mind raced back and forth, was he going to Alabama, or Baltimore? The sound of loud footsteps echoed across the cold, stone floor, and Captain Auld then approached his cell, and sternly proclaimed, "Frederick, you're going to Baltimore, to learn a trade." Although left with a feeling of emptiness from before, now Frederick couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of hope. He tried escaping once, and failed, but what's worth trying once is worth trying twice, and the next time, he would not fail.