"I don't love it, Massa Bob. I hate it. It's awful nasty stuff."
"And you didn't drink this dipper full, then?"
"No, I didn't."
"What did you do with it?"
"Throwed it away, Massa Bob. I only took one swaller. I couldn't drink it if you gave me half a dollar; 'deed I couldn't."
"I hope this is true, Clip. I shouldn't like to tell my mother that you had become intemperate."
"What's the matter?" was heard from Sam's bed at this juncture. "Where are you, Bob?"
"Here I am, Sam."
"What made you get up?"
"I thought I heard a noise on deck; so Clip and I got up."