Potts. Isn't it rather dangerous to give it away?
Bijah. How can we look out for the colonel? We can't always be at his side, or he will suspect something. He must not be warned, his health won't stand that. That small specimen of black humanity calls himself the colonel's guard; body-guard, he means. Now, why can't he be warned of the colonel's danger, and I'll trust him for the rest? He's mightily taken with the colonel, and you know what a darky's devotion is.
Potts. Bijah, you're a trump! If that is a specimen of your stock of ideas, you are a valuable man. Pete, come here. (Pete runs out of tent.)
Potts. Come here; we wish to talk with you.
Pete. I's all ready, sar; bof years wide open.
Bijah. That's all right. Keep your mouth shut.
Potts. You like the colonel pretty well, don't you?
Pete. Like him, massa? Deed I does. He's heaps good ter me. Look at des yer cloe's.
Potts. You can pay him back for them, if you will.