"Are you going to submit?"
"Yassah, yassah!"
"Without a fight?"
"Fo' sho' I is."
"Roll over on your face."
"Ober I go! Don't fire!" said the coon, turning over.
"Now, put your hands on your back."
"Heah dey am, boss!"
And the negro did as he was told.
Out came Harry's handcuffs, "click!" they snapped on his wrists, and in another instant the man was a prisoner.