"Quadroon, man!—that's all humbug. But he's the boy, and is bound to fotch his missus out straight, in the end."
"Well, if she is his mistress, I hope he may. I wish her no harm, however much appearances belie me."
"Is that a fack, stranger?"
"Certainly; she never did me any harm."
"Then what mought be the reason you were so onmerciful to her?"
"I never used her hardly. My friend said she was his slave, and all I wished was to have him obtain his own. In short, I was paid for my services."
"No doubt of it, stranger. But I can't see how the tenth part of a man could hunt down such a gal as that,—it's onnateral. Besides, you didn't believe she was a slave."
"'Pon my honor I did, or I would not have lifted a finger. But I see you have released the rest of your prisoners,—I hope you will be as generous towards me."
"Don't flatter yourself, stranger!"
"I have a mortal aversion to courts of justice."