“Heavens! Is that you, Pomp?”
“Golly fo glory, Marse Harding, am dat yo’sef?”
“It is,” replied Harding, eagerly. “How on earth did you come down here?”
“Bress yo’ haht, honey, I jes’ cum down fo’ yo’,” replied Pomp.
“You did?”
“‘Spec’s I did, chile!”
“Well, you have found me.”
“I should say so, sah, an’ done break mah neck in de bargain. But howebber is we uns gwine fo’ to git up dar agin, I dunno.”
“How did you come down?”
“On a rope, chile; an’ it done break wif me!”