Oh, please, sir, whoever you are—
URIAH
I'm Uriah Clarke, ma'm—at yer service.
PRUDENCE
Please, please, don't let him go! He can't stand it—he's too weak. He's been terribly ill—the physician told him he must rest—he could never stand a trip like that!
URIAH
But, ma'm, he's got to git thar. And I give my word thet I'd hev him thar tomorrow mornin'.
PRUDENCE
Your word—what's your word to a man's life!
URIAH