A new alarm, a new exaltation--"Oh, no, my--mist'ess; no, no! you knows you on'y a-temptin' o' dy servant!"
"You wouldn't leave daddy and mammy?"
"Oh, daddy kin stick to mammy, an' her to he! but Robelia got neither faith nor gumption, an' let me never see de salvation o' de Lawd ef I cayn't stick by dat--by--by my po' Robelia!"
"But suppose, my boy, we should be mistaken for runaways and tracked and run down."
"Yass'm, o' co'se. Yass'm."
"Can you fight--for your sister?"
"Yass, my La'--yass'm, I kin an' I will. I's qualified my soul to' dat, suh; yass'm."
"Dogs?"
"Yass'm, dawgs. Notinstandin' de dawgs come pass me roun' about, in de name o' de Lawd will I lif up my han' an' will perwail."
"Have you only your hands?"