"Who's dar?"
"Hit's me."
"Me who?"
"Hit's me—Sam."
"'Tain't no Sam nuther—"
"'Tis me."
"Sam's bin free mos' ten year now an' he's livin' in New York—"
"I done come back. Lemme come in a minute!"
Ben was not sure. He picked up a heavy cane, held it in his right hand and cautiously opened the door with his left, as Sam entered.
The old man dropped the cane and stepped back in dumb amazement. It was some time before he spoke.