The Freedom Stairs

Suppose your sleep was disturbed once or twice a week by a soft rap on the door. Perhaps you'd have to dress quickly before running to the barn to saddle the horses. Then you might have to ride ten miles or so on horseback, in the dark, with a trembling soul clinging to your back-or perhaps you'd be hiding several souls in the wagon you were driving, hoping not to hear the sound of pursuing horses. What excuse could you give for being out alone in the dark?