“Is it so bad as that, Sam?”
“Yes’m, dat ’tis! Mars Dan say he ’fraid de Yankees git in de town hyer fo’ night. De Yankees is er pressin’ we all close.”
“I can’t see your master at all before I go, Sam?”
“Law, Miss Nell; ain’t I done tole you dat? De country will go to de dawgs ef de major stop fitten de Yankees to humorfy you.”
“If your master gets hurt, Sam, will you get me word?”
“Law, yes, Miss Nell! I sholy will.”
“And you’ll take care of him, Sam?”
“Dat’s jes what I gwine to do, Miss Nell. Me lef’ de major ef he git hu’t! shuh!”
“Good-by, Sam. Tell your master I’m gone.”
“Yes’m. He’ll sho be p’intedly glad ter heah dat!”