They had tried to send him along home, but he wouldn't go.

So they let him foller and paid no more heed to him.
Sam, he kept a-talking and a-begging, and several men a-telling of him to shut up.

And him not a-doing it.

Till finally one feller says very disgusted-like: "Boys, I'm going to turn this nigger loose." "We'll want his evidence," says another one.
"Evidence!" says the first one.

"What's the evidence of a scared nigger worth ?" "I reckon that one this afternoon was considerable scared, when he give us that evidence against himself--that is, if you call it evidence." "A nigger can give evidence against a nigger, and it's all right," says another voice--which it come from a feller that had a-holt of my wrist on the left-hand side of me--"but these are white men we are going to try to-night.