Cuffee knew he had no hope. Quack knew he would fare no better. "May it please your honours," the prosecutor began, "Gentlemen of the jury, this is a cause of very great expectations, it being, as I conceive, a matter of the utmost importance that ever yet came to be tried in this province. Gentlemen, there is a conspiracy of black and whites, and these two are at the center of it. They met at John Hughson's. Quack's own confessions to others proves his guilt. Cuffee is no better." Cuffee, who was Kofi. Quack, who was Quaco, sometimes referred to as Kwaku, sealed together for eternity. The court was trying the enslaved two at a time, because it was more expedient that way. "Gentlemen, it is in you, the people, in general, place their hopes and expectations of their future security and repose; that they may sit securely in their own houses, and rest quietly in their beds, no one daring to make them afraid." After all that waiting, Cuffee would have his day in court, perhaps, in the end, sooner than he might have wanted.
