"That's right. I knew you would."
"I'se a full member now, ain't I?"
"Of course."
"When do we eat?" Sam asked eagerly.
"Eat?"
"Sho."
"We ain't organizin' de Gileadites to eat, man."
"Ain't we?"
"No, sah. We'se organizin'—ter kill white men dat come atter runaway slaves."
"But ain't dey got nuttin ter eat fer dem dat's here?"