"Has she a Bible name too?"
"Yass'm; Robelia."
Robelia brought chin and shoulder together and sniggered. "Euonymus," I asked, "have you seen two young gentlemen, fishing, anywhere near here?"
"Yass'm, dey out 'pon a san'bar 'bout two hund'ed yards up de creek." The black finger that pointed was as clean as mine.
"You and this woman," thought I again, "are dodging those men." With a smile as of curiosity I looked my slim informant over once more. I had never seen slavery so flattered yet so condemned.
All at once I said in my heart: "You, my lad, I'll help to escape!" But when I looked again at the absurd Robelia I saw I must help both alike.
"Euonymus, did you ever drive a lady's coach?"
"Me? No'm, I never drove no lady's coach."
"Well, boy, I'm travelling--in my own outfit."
"Yass'm."