“Ef he gimme his keerd?”
“Refuse to take it. Tell him to go.”
“But s’pose he ’clines to go, ef he is sich a gran’ willyun?”
“Unchain Tiger.”
“Oh, Loramity, youn’ mist’ess! Tige would kill he!”
“Keep the chain firmly in your hand. I do not wish to have the wretch torn to pieces.”
“Oh! I mus’ on’y t’reaten ’im, to sca’ ’im, like? But den ef he ain’t sca’ one bit, an’ ’fuse fo’ to go?”
“Then loose the dog on him.”
“Loramity, youn’ mist’ess! Dat dog yeat her dinner offen him!”
“Then I hope it won’t give her a fit of indigestion.”