"Obey orders and you will not be hurt." He shrank away, sinking upon the bench, his face upturned so that the light fell full upon it, for the instant too greatly surprised and frightened to give utterance to a sound.

His mouth hung open, and his eyes stared at me.
"Who--who wus yer?
Whatcha want yere ?" "I am asking questions, and you are answering them.

Are you armed?
All right, then; hand it over.

Now put out that light." He did exactly as I told him, moving as though paralyzed by fear, yet unable to resist.
"You are a negro--a slave ?" "Yas, sah; Ah's Massa Donaldson's boy frum Saint Louee." "He is the sheriff ?" "Yas, sah--yas, sah.

Whar is Massa Donaldson?
Yer ain't done bin sent yere by him, I reckon.