"No sir!"
"Then git out and send me one right away."
The door closed, a short period of silence followed, which was suddenly broken by more violent pulls at the bell cord. Then I thought I recognized Sam's footsteps sounding softly along the hall, and the door opened again.
"Are yo' a Prince George nigger?" grunted the Major.
"I is sir," came Sam's answer.
"Then for the Lord's sake take a look around and tell me where I am at."
"You'se right heah, Major. Right heah, sah."
"I thought so," said the Major with a satisfied sigh, and as the door closed again a long drawn snore told plainly that he had relapsed into peaceful sleep.