Lee saw the hopelessness of his task and changed his point of appeal.
"What do you think of doing?"
"Who, me?"
"Who else? I can't think for you any longer."
"Oh, I'll be all right, sah. I foun' er lot er good colored friends in de bordin' house las' night. Wid dat five hundred dollars, I be livin' in clover here, sah, sho. I done talk wid a feller 'bout goin' in business."
"What line of business?"
"He gwine ter sho me ter-day, sah."
"You don't think you might change your mind about Liberia?"
"Na sah. I don't like my uncle dat's ober dar, nohow."
"Then I can't help you any more, Sam?"