"Yo' 're perfectly sure about that, be yo'?"
"Yes," snapped Levi. "Now you tells me vat you haf found."
"Not very much. I was back here on the major's plantation, and he said there were some Yanks at the nigger hut last night, but that they couldn't find any trace of them this mo'nin'. One of the cabins burned up last night, and the major thinks the men got away while all hands were busy puttin' out the fire."
"How many did you say der vas?" inquired Levi.
"How many of what?"
"How many Yankees vere dere. How many got avay?"
"I don't know anything about that. I heard the major say he was sure two, anyway."
"Yah, I knows dose men, I vas sure. Dey are de two men what robbed me of mine goots. Dey push over mine tent. Dey say I charge too mooch. Dey steals mine goots. Dot is vy I am no more some Yankee."
"A Yankee!" exclaimed his companion as he threw back his head and laughed loudly. "A Yankee! Yo' 're about as much Yankee as yo' are nigger."
"Not too far, mine friend. Not too far. You forget dot the brains of the Confederacy is Jew brains—"